POV: Ben Archer

I should have walked away the moment I saw her in that sparring ring.

My wolf knew it. Every instinct I possessed screamed that approaching Bea Sharpe while she was in full Alpha dominance mode was possibly the stupidest decision I'd made since the one that got me exiled three years ago. But watching her move through opponents like they were training dummies made of paper had triggered something primal in me that went beyond rational thought.

She was magnificent.

That was ...