Only one thing beat the feeling of finally having my wolf and that was conquering Leif's moonlit wilderness in my wolf form beside my mate. Eugan hadn't needed me to tell him twice when I expressed my wish to run instead of giving in to my blood thirsty rage aimed towards Darla.
Realizing that she never really had anything in the first place with my mark now beautifully resting on Eugan, the Eldorian princess's infuriated expression had morphed into an artful display of vulnerability, as she skillfully embraced the role of a mate scorned, no doubt hoping to elicit sympathy from the guests and citizens of Leif.
It worked, much to my annoyance, however, it was not her perfect performance that had left me wanting her head and exposing just how violent a beast I could be, but her sorry att
