Chapter 8
My knees weakened. It was as if all the scent he’d bottled up—using what? fae magic?—had been released at once.
And with that release came a burst of sexuality so extreme my mouth watered. Literally filled with digestive juices.
I swallowed, reminding myself I was simply hungry. Perhaps I should have grabbed those pancakes after all rather than slapping them out of Ash’s hands.
There was no food here, though. So I addressed my Beta. “You may go, Willa.”
“Alpha.” Her knife remained at Rune’s throat. “I didn’t realize earlier, but he has a sword scabbarded beneath his shirt. This wolf is a danger to the pack.”
He wasn’t though. Rune might be sneaky and relentless, but he’d sworn on his true name that he meant no harm to our clan.
“Willa,” I repeated, her name a warning.
She
