CAPTURED AS THE ALPHA’S SURROGATE
Rumors said they’d been pushing south for months, testing borders, testing tempers.
My wolf pressed against my skin, wanting back out, wanting teeth.
“Okay,” I forced out, trying to keep my voice level even as my pulse roared in my ears. “And why are you here?” I added.
Lex’s smile didn’t fade.
He took one slow step forward.
“That,” he said softly, “is a very good question, little lowland wolf.”
The wind picked up, carrying his scent stronger now, iron, old blood, and something darker underneath.