Damien stood in the clearing, his arms crossed, his jaw hard as stone.

The night air pressed heavy against him, but his wolf inside stirred, restless, eager. He told himself this wouldn’t take long. Three seconds, maybe five. That was all it would take to put Ivy back in her place.

“She wasn't a challenge for him, he could easily crush her into submission” he thought, his eyes filled with unshaken pride.

Ivy stood across from him, small, calm, too calm. Her eyes were steady on him, no ...