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The she-wolf was swift with her words, catching the stocky wolf off guard. It was rare for a female to flirt with him—at least so openly. The tender wound Durnehviir had left on him, and his confusion with his relationship with Aria was still at the forefront of every thought he held—and so it was almost a welcome change of pace when the swarthy stranger before him made the quip.

Perhaps more like his father than he realized in some aspects, the Mayfair licked his lips, his head tilting slightly to the side as the corner of his lips quirked upward darkly. “I’ve been known to make more than a woman’s eyes sore,” he crooned, his nature adjusting to that of a predator. His words implied exactly what he meant—but it was a complete lie. Durnehviir had been his first, his only.

But things had changed, and Constantine was only too eager to distract himself.