My heart hammered against my ribs as I kept my helmet firmly in place, watching the figure in front of me reach up to remove his own. The dim streetlight cast shadows across his face, but when the helmet came off, my breath caught in my throat.
Paxton.
His dark hair was tousled from the ride, and those piercing eyes that had looked right through me in the cafeteria were now fixed on my helmeted face with an intensity that made my skin burn. Even in the shadowy alley, he was devastatingly handsome—all sharp jawlines and that dangerous smile that had gotten him in trouble with Gabriel just days ago. But there was something else now, something primal in the way he looked at me that made my dormant wolf stir restlessly in the depths of my soul, still locked away by whatever curse kept her si
