I forced a small smile, trying to keep my wolf calm beneath Nigel's intense, amber gaze. The heat of his presence made the air between us taut, like the tension in the forest when two alphas meet over disputed territory. "Of course I know that," I said, my voice light, but inside, my wolf bristled with awareness. Every subtle movement of his body, the way his eyes flicked toward mine, radiated dominance and protective intent that stirred something deep in me.
Nigel's amber eyes flickered, sharp and possessive. "Anyway, you shouldn't trust any other wolves apart from me." He didn't say Elliot's name, but his voice carried a warning low and thick, like a growl beneath the calm surface, enough to remind me that in his mind, I already belonged to his pack.
