AMBERDante was about six foot, give or take, and his eyes were almost green up close.The same gold that spilled into the ones that had gazed at me from the wolf’s eyes swirled with the green hues, and I knew.I haven’t imagined it.This guy is a werewolf.I’d heard whispers about the mysterious Seven clan that lived out in the woods. No-one ever saw them, and no-one dared venture in.Yet here I was, in a flat above a gym with one.Glancing around, I can’t help but wonder if the rumours are true.If they are indeed millionaires, then why was this one living in such a basic flat? There was a battered sofa pushed up against one wall, none of the windows I’d seen had curtains, and the floor was…ripped.Dante gazed out of the window, his breathing warming the glass in clouds of smoke

DominicMy wolf was silent.I ran through the forest at speed until the branches closed in on us, the scent of wet bark soothing my senses. My mind whirled with thoughts of the issues the pack faced, mainly the land we lived on.It was owned by us and had been for as long as I could remember, but land surrounded it that the government owned. For years, they’d pestered me about putting little lodge cabins by the lake, leading to the coast not far down from us.Did they want tourism or scandal?There was no way the pack would resist humans dotted around like fucking candy.I had to stop us from being exposed.But how?The Lylan Pack were the closest pack to us, but this didn’t concern them. They were happy in the mountains, and they coexisted peacefully with humans, something I refused to do.I hate humans. We’d been lucky enough not to have any as our fated mates, and no one would dare choose a hu