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The pack fanned out, tension snapping taut between them as they considered the new arrivals. They were the two runners—that Sanders was sure of. They had to be. And whatever else he’d expected, it hadn’t been this.
They looked normal. Almost. No, f**k that. They looked like something out of the damn Louvre. Like they should have been carved in marble with a frigging fig leaf covering the essentials. Sanders had never been into bodybuilding, not really. When human, he’d been too lean and as a lycan, there was no point. But he had always been into the bodybuilders themselves, and he knew a perfect physique when he saw one.
Or two.
He hadn’t realized he’d drifted closer until Jack cleared his throat in warning. Sanders’ eyes widened and he stopped, shock coursing through his system. He
