"I say he has her in under an hour!"
"Three deer pelts says she lasts until noon at least!"
Laura's cheeks burned. They were all betting against her. Not a single wolf believed she could win.
"Don't look so worried," Dante murmured, leaning close enough that his breath tickled her ear. "I promise to be gentle when I catch you."
She jerked away from him. "You mean if you catch me."
His laugh sent unwanted shivers down her spine. "I admire your confidence, little wolf."
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The next morning dawned clear and cool. Laura stood at the edge of the forest, stomach in knots as the whole pack gathered to watch the challenge.
Dante approached, looking infuriatingly relaxed in just a simple pair of worn leather pants and an open vest that did nothing to hide his muscled chest. He'd tied his r
