Ascension of a Gamma
Straight up the man of my dreams.
“Who are you?” I asked, finding my tongue. He snickered, then was suddenly in my face.
“Your hero,” he said, minty breath blowing on my face.
“Uh… I guess,” I said, distancing myself from him. What was he doing in the forest, naked of all things! “I meant to ask your name.”
“Rigel,” he replied. “Rigel Johnson, Head Gamma of the Red Claw Pack and your knight without an armor, Luna.”