Alex Jr. couldn’t get her out of his head.
Three days after the gathering, Elara was still everywhere. In his thoughts during morning runs. In the way his wolf paced restlessly at night. Even in his dreams—hot, tangled dreams where her body pressed against his, her scent wrapping around him, her voice moaning his name. He woke up hard and frustrated, stroking himself just to take the edge off, but it never felt like enough.
He needed to see her again.
Luckily, the joint training sessions between the Avila and Moonridge packs were scheduled for the whole week. Alex Jr. showed up early the next morning, heart pounding harder than it should for a regular training day.
The clearing was busy with warriors from both packs warming up. He spotted her immediately. Elara moved like liquid power—
