ADAM
The mysterious girl's words struck like an arrow, piercing through the carefully woven shield I had wrapped around myself tonight. I turned my head slightly, slowly, deliberately—as if delaying would give me time to steady the sudden pull inside my chest.
My eyes landed on her: Sage. The victor. The one who had already refused to bow. What did she want?
My wolf stirred instantly, a restless rumble deep inside me. And then it hit me—her scent. A heady, intoxicating wave that assailed my nose as she stepped closer.
It was warm, earthy, threaded with something sharper—like wildflowers crushed underfoot on a stormy night. My pulse tightened in my veins. My wolf growled softly, claws scraping against my mind as though desperate to claw his way out and get closer to her.
No.
