The forest was quiet except for the distant crackle of the dying bonfire from the pack’s evening gathering. Meghan leaned against a tree, still catching her breath from training with the younger wolves, when Brett stepped into the moonlight. His amber eyes were fixed on her, smoldering with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
“You’ve been pushing yourself tonight,” he said, voice low and rough. “And I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Meghan smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Is that a complaint?”
Brett shook his head, stepping closer until the space between them vanished. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing lightly over her skin. “Not at all,” he murmured. “I think… I like seeing you like this. Strong. Dangerous. Beautiful.”
Her breath hitched as he leaned dow
