The Lycan's Prized Omega
Maybe he’d been showing off, but he wanted to make an impression.
Once the hour delay was over, Alpha Salvatore nodded at Solomon, telling him it was time. He couldn’t shift into his beast form, but that didn’t mean he was incapable of making a statement. Instead of immediately walking into the woods, Solomon had stripped off his heavy, fleece-lined sweatshirt and tied it around his waist. Under the sweatshirt he wore a black sleeveless T-shirt with extreme dropped armholes.
He cleared his mind, closed his eyes, and reached toward his other form. There was a slight tingling around his eyes when he tapped into his Lycan power. Opening his eyes, he glanced around the pack.
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