Latent: [A Werewolf Romance]
Robyn had explained that we would've made use of the gym in the packhouse, but wouldn't, because--she'd leaned in then to whisper excitedly--we were on a secret mission.
The tall man before me started to circle me. He was shirtless, dressed in only black leather pants. He had a toned, muscular body, one Genevieve and Robyn oogled with open admiration, even though Genevieve--or Gena for short--was already mated.
"What's your name?" he asked in a rough, detached tone.
"Hilda," I supplied.
"Hilda," he said, "Try not to give your opponent the advantage of knowing you're scared."