"You have impressive stealth," he said evenly. "But you let your killing intent seep out earlier… that's how I found you."
Chase wasn't trying to confirm anything; he was stating it outright. His aura burned strong, refusing to yield against Zion's, proving he was every bit the warrior Zion was. If they clashed, the outcome would be uncertain.
Yet Chase showed no intent to attack. Instead, there was something else in his eyes, an intrigue, almost fascination, as if he'd finally found someone who mirrored his own strength, someone worth knowing.
Zion stepped from the shadows, his massive midnight-black wolf emerging from the brush. In the moonlight, he looked like a hound risen from hell, his golden eyes gleaming with predatory fire.
"Indeed… you are just as Greg described," Chase murmured under his breath. But Zion still heard it.
Seeing that Chase showed no intent to confront him, Zion grew even more confused and intrigued. Slowly, he shifted back into his human form.
