The adrenaline of the battle had cooled into a heavy, comfortable warmth as they retreated to Hazel’s private quarters. The door clicked shut, sealing out the whispers of the pack and the smell of ozone. Hazel didn't wait. She turned to him, her back against the door, her eyes searching his.
"Knight," she breathed, the name feeling different on her tongue now that she’d seen the monster behind it. "He’s... Anthony, I’ve seen Alphas from the Great Northern packs. I’ve seen Alphas who claim descent from the first wolves. None of them are that size. None of them have that weight."
Anthony stood by the window, the moonlight catching the hard lines of his shoulders. He looked down at his hands, then back at her, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable.
"He’s a lot to carry," Anthon
