DAMIEN
She steps to the left, and I do the same. Then she shifts to the right, trying to dodge me, but I match her every move. That’s when her scent hits me—strong, wild, and unmistakable. Wolf. She’s a wolf. I can smell it in the heat of her skin, the natural rawness radiating from her. One wolf always knows another.
Even better. The chase just became a whole lot more interesting.
“Get out of my way!” she shouts, her hand pressing into my chest. The strength behind it surprises me. I take a second to look her over, letting my eyes drink her in. Long legs, a toned yet slender body, curves that speak of quiet strength. Her hands are delicate but firm, like someone who knows how to fight if she has to.
“Not until you tell me your name,” I say, grinning. “I’m not that bad, come on.”
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