D O M I N I C
The scent of pine and damp earth filled my lungs as I moved through the forest, my paws pounding against the wet, muddy ground.
Beside me, Liam kept pace, his powerful body was a blur of black fur against the verdant green of the woods. We were in our wolf forms, a silent, fluid conversation passing between us through subtle shifts in posture and the flick of an ear.
Liam projected, the thought clear in my mind.
I countered, my own thoughts a low growl.
he conceded, leaping over a fallen log with an easy grace.
I had seen it. The flicker of fear in her unnaturally green eyes when I’d asked about her family. The genuine pain when she spoke of her brother. She was a good actress, I’d give her that. But there was a core of truth to her performance that was hard to dism
