Kelsey
Alpha Tate begins to circle me again, I can’t help but notice the way his eyes narrow in on mine; full of ego and some sort of raging testosterone. He begins bouncing on the balls on his feet, ready to spare and doesn’t miss the opportunity to throw a jab at me, “looks like you’ve still got a lot to learn Arizona,” he says in a patronizing tone and swings forward, hooking the side of my torso. I grit my teeth together, suddenly the nickname that Asher had given me all those years ago makes my wolf start to claw inside and threaten to surface. She’s desperate for blood.
I heave a sigh and can’t help myself from glaring around the field, feeling slightly disappointed that Blake is no longer standing on the sidelines. I resume my fighting position, ready to take on the big, bad Alpha
