~Elena~
I was on Jax before he could lunge again. I slammed my shoulder into his chest, knocking him back a step. “Back the f**k off, Jax. He’s mine. Touch him again and I’ll make sure you limp worse than I do.”
The field went quiet for a second. Then Coach roared, “Luna! Language! And control your damn wolf!”
“My wolf’s fine,” I snapped. “It’s the pack that needs manners.”
Caleb stepped up behind me, close enough that I felt his heat against my back. His hand ghosted over my hip..just a brush, nothing Coach could call out—but it was enough to make me clench around nothing.
“Easy, Peanut,” he murmured. “I got this.”
Next play. Ball snapped. I broke left, Caleb right. We crossed paths mid-field, and he tossed me a fake-out pass that had three wolves crashing into each other trying to
