Louis
Fighting with Nash made me feel more alive than I have felt in… forever. Finding my daughter alive and well had woken me up from the stupor of insanity, but as I clashed with Nashville Turner, wooden staff smashing against wooden staff, sweat dripping down bare chests, mate-scent swirling in the wind…it was like all my senses had finally come online.
I’ve fought and sparred with other werewolves my whole life, men and women alike. It wasn’t the first time that I’d had a body land fully on top of me. But it was the first time I’d had the full weight and force of Nash knock me on my ass and press me into the grass. His body was lean and hard, cooler than mine, but still slick with sweat. For a moment we lay, chest to chest. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, because his weight ha
