Even now, the pull was undeniable. It made his wolf restless and eager, clawing at the edges of his control. His body responded to her on instinct, heat crawling beneath his skin, hunger rising in his throat. She was beautiful in a way that wasn't just physical—though the physical alone was enough to undo him.
He tried to keep his voice steady. "If I wanted to stop you, I would've done it the second you stepped outside the guest house."
"Then why didn't you?" she asked, eyes gleaming with challenge.
Lyander exhaled slowly, the tension between them taut as a wire. "Because maybe," he said, "I wanted to see what a clever little human like you would do when no one was watching."
In short, he needed to find out whether she was sneaking off to meet someone or hiding some dirty little secret while the rest of the pack slept.
How sweet of him. Liora thought.
