ARES' POV
The night was alive, the scent of the forest filling my nostrils as I ran. My paws barely touched the ground as I chased the silver-furred she-wolf through the thick woods. She was fast, too fast. Every time I closed the distance, she would surge ahead again, her movements fluid, teasing, tempting.
A deep, satisfied growl rumbled from my chest. I liked this game.
She glanced back at me, her silver-grey eyes glinting with amusement under the moonlight before she sped up. Damn, she was breathtaking.
I pushed harder, muscles burning, and finally, I caught her. My teeth gently grasped her fur, and she let out a soft whimper before going still beneath me. My heart thundered in my chest. We stayed like that, breathing hard, our warmth mingling in the cold night air.
Then, suddenl
