ARES' POV

The night was alive, the scent of the forest filling my nostrils as I ran. My paws barely touched the ground as I chased the silver-furred she-wolf through the thick woods. She was fast, too fast. Every time I closed the distance, she would surge ahead again, her movements fluid, teasing, tempting.

A deep, satisfied growl rumbled from my chest. I liked this game.

She glanced back at me, her silver-grey eyes glinting with amusement under the moonlight before she sped up. Damn, she ...