From Outcast To Alpha's Queen
Fred didn't look at her, he just raised a hand in a cool, dismissive wave.
Cassandra bit her lip. She had known Fred for years, and everyone knew the son of the BloodMoon Pack’s Beta, but she had never cared enough to follow his career. She’d always assumed he was just another arrogant warrior. To find out he shared her profession was... annoying.
They reached a shop with a bright, peeling yellow door. Both of them reached for the brass knob at the same time, their hands brushing. Cassandra glared at him, but Fred just smirked back, his fingers lingering for a second before they both pushed inside, racing to be the first one to the counter.