I heard a familiar howl, and I didn't need to look back to find out who it was; Dylan was a force of nature, and his tone of voice made that even clearer. He was hunting me, warning me. He was coming, and there would be nowhere to hide once he caught up. A clear warning that there would be no escaping if he caught me.
I dared not look back for the man I was about to embark on a lycan race with, especially when his howl silenced the entire clearing. This was the most intimate experience two werewolves could share, especially on a full moon like tonight.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of anxiety as I untied the knot of my dress, heading towards the forest. Rumors had it that a race between lycans had ended Dylan's partnership with Katte in the last Lupercalia, as it would dirty her clothes and ru
