Naida slipped through the shadows of Storm territory like she’d been trained to do since she could walk. Midnight wrapped the forest in thick darkness, but the moon still peeked through the clouds, silver light catching on her black gear. She had to see it for herself—the pack house, the patrols, any weakness she could report back. Anything to drown out the memory of Modric’s mouth on hers.
Her body still ached from that kiss. Her p***y had been wet for hours afterward, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.
Focus, she told herself, creeping closer to the tree line bordering their main grounds. Kill the bond. Kill him.
A twig snapped under her boot.
Strong arms grabbed her from behind before she could react. A hand clamped over her mouth. She elbowed hard and stomped, but another w
