Jon never got to fight me. He got to fight for me. But he never got to earn me as a mate in the most primitive way known to our kind. I knew just how to test him. After all, wolves loved and reveled in the chase, and this was one alpha male who would definitely give chase. It was time to make my mate chase me. I stopped abruptly, barking at him. Jon's black wolf stopped and looked at me, tilting his head curiously in a way that reminded me too much of his human form. I blinked at him and tilted my head upwards before giving a howlnot too loud, just enough to egg him on. I looked at him challengingly and ran the opposite direction. He was still for a moment, but immediately caught on and gave chase, his paws thundering loud across the forest floor. Male wolves are so easy to goad. I ran a
