Lynn's POV
The other wolves around us pull back. Not because they want to—because Ivan generates a specific kind of pressure that most people would rather not stand next to when it meets resistance.
'I hate him,' Iris says immediately and completely. 'He smells arrogant.'
'Arrogance doesn't have a smell.'
'His does. It's very specific and very strong. It smells like a man who has never heard the word no and has decided that's a compliment.'
Ivan watches me with the settled certainty of someone who has already scripted the rest of this scene. Up close, the sheer physical scale of him is impossible to dismiss—not just the breadth of his shoulders or the density of his build, but the way he carries it. The slight forward press of his stance. The performance of his own presence, calibrate
