Chase

I was sitting at my desk waiting for Ryker to show for our meeting, thinking about this morning with Lyse. A small smile came to my lips as I recalled her shock at seeing me. When she made the mistake of assuming I worked for the Royal Lycan Family, I didn’t correct her. Nor did I lie. I do, just not in the capacity that she thinks I do.

Havoc was beside himself with wanting to mark and mate her, especially after our skin touched and the proverbial sparks went flying. I know she felt it too. I saw it in her eyes, and those of her wolf, who tried to push forward toward mine.

“She ours, Chase. Why are we playing this silly game?”, Havoc huffed.

“Patience, Havoc. She’ll know soon enough. And it’s not a game. It’s a dance.”, I told him.

“We want her.”, he