Mating The Half She-Wolf
His scent was faint, but I caught it—musk and pine, tinged with something disturbing.
He seemed confused and afraid.
I followed it.
The scent led me past the main lounge, down the back steps, and onto the training grounds. The night air was cold on my skin, but I barely felt it.
There he was.
Alone.
Levi stood at the center of the field, shirtless, sweat glistening on his back. His fists pummeled a training dummy with a fury I hadn’t seen since he fought the vampire outside the barrier.
Every hit landed with a purpose, power, even pain.
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