The entire Sun pack stood in silence as Saint and Asher faced each other on the football field. The future outcome of their battle was uncertain. At least Harper did not know who would win.
She glanced between the men. Asher was cracking his shoulders. His eyes were narrowed, and his entire expression screamed of darkness and a thirst for violence.
Asher embodied what a perfect werewolf male was supposed to look like. His shoulders were broad and tanned, and his brown eyes held no mercy as he studied his competition. The beta was built like a tank—no wonder all the females wanted him. Harper worried about her mate.
With concern building up within her, Harper glanced at Saint. The nymph was the opposite of Asher. He radiated an inner calm, and his lips were caught in a cruel smirk. He w
