Command of the Wolf
He must have decided to shift and search like the men he’d given orders to, because he chose that moment to reach down and tug the hem of his shirt over his head.
Had Isabella been in human form, she would have had to stifle a gasp. The spine and musculature he revealed were rippled with sinew, but the scars were what stole her breath. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight, her wolf eyes allowed her to see. The commander’s body was a history of battles won and lost, wars waged on behalf of a supernatural empire.
And then he turned around and Isabella’s breath caught.
He wasn’t any commander. He was the commander. In an instant, she recognized exactly who he was. This cowboy wolf was none oth
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