Swiftcurrent Creek i'm just the muscle

He had to refrain from allowing a laugh to shake him from his ‘task’ at hand – cross-eyed for a moment from his touch, the grin that pulled at her lips allowed for the girl whose beauty that had stolen his breath upon first introduction come forward – quick to respond, the cinnamon male was eased with the knowledge that while he might not have riveted himself within their hearts as a true member of their pack, he had, at least, gained a friend.

It occurred to him then he should have taken the advantage of a head start in her initial confusion. The ivory she-wolf bowed, accepting her role of the game and entirely ready to pounce. The game would be over before truly starting, and already sensing his loss as the larger oaf leapt away with calculation, knowing full well that within moments she would move at him like a bullet.

It didn’t matter – for now, his worries were placed on the backburner, and he would revel in the moment.