Ryley's POV

I've been sitting on the arena bleachers, watching Lyra run around like a gazelle, for minutes already. Her long brown hair tied in a ponytail whips her back, while her long, slender legs propel her quickly, especially for a human.She knows that werewolves have overdeveloped senses, but does she know that from these bleachers I can see every shade of her beautiful emerald eyes? She is beauty and grace incarnate. Looking at her like that, I remember that lascivious dance on ...