Relief flooded through Jack, and he switched his grip to haul Darce to his feet.
“Lilly, I’d like you to meet my right hand man. Lieutenant Darcy Foster. Apart from the fact he has a girl’s name, he’s not half bad as a soldier.”
The woman was beautiful. For a moment Darce couldn’t speak, struck dumb in awe. He breathed in, careful not to draw attention to himself, and rolled her scent over his tongue. She even smelled fantastic. A floral, exotic fragrance clung to the surface of her skin, swaths of it releasing into the air every time she moved. He recognized it, or at least part of it…the low-level musk that every wolf yearned to smell.
She was a wolf-mate.
It was different for every one of them. Any Lycan could tell she was destined to bond with one of them, but her scent would only
