Nymera’s POV
His hand closed lightly around my wrist, the roughness of his palm brushing against my skin in a way that immediately reminded me how much larger he was than me. Even sitting down, the man seemed impossibly imposing.
The early morning light filtered through the trees and caught the faint silver strands near his temples, softening the rugged edges of a face that might have looked intimidating if not for the calm restraint in his expression. Yet there was still something dangerous about him, something that lingered beneath those sharp features and steady eyes, making it easy to understand why an entire pack followed his commands without question.
Warmth spread through me almost instantly.
"You're injured," he said quietly while studying me. "And you've pushed your body far
