Rejected: The Alpha's Fatal Mistake
He stumbled forward with the momentum of an attack that had nowhere left to land, and Wren stood two feet to the side of where he'd expected her to be, breathing hard, staring at her own hands like they belonged to someone she was still getting introduced to.
"Ha." Sable, from the fence, considerably less unhelpful now. "There it is."
Ezra didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at her the way he'd looked at her the day of the rogue attack — careful, recalculating. "Do it again."