Hunter and the Silent Wolf
I rasped, finding myself inching closer to his side as my hand touched his bare arm, sparking sinuous danger through me.
He turned, exposing the side of his neck where a mate mark had healed over. “This is yours. You are a Lyrian descendant. You’re a creator and now I’m… well, I’m still trying to figure that out. But I’m faster, stronger than any wolf. But I haven’t been able to control the rage that takes over, especially when someone is trying to hurt you,” he said honestly and his eyes lightened, finding hazel gems reaching beneath.