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She was displaced to the ground, the snow ensuring a soft landing. The laugh that escaped her spurred a crooked grin on his own and the ebony wolf was upon her swiftly. She must have sensed his body would follow—the feline arch of her spine as her hips sought upward.

Akavir could fight for his life—had done so, many times in more times than he cared to count since the loss of his wife. This sparring was in a whole other field of playing he wasn’t familiar with, and so while he would ache to embrace the she-wolf and pull her closer—the seductress she was and the game she played, he was also keen to represent the creek and the fact that she should not be here to proffer herself as an exchange for their packs to remain amicable against one another.

His jaws sought forceful purchase to the back of her nape—to keep her own teeth from scouring him—and to wait and see what her next move would be should his aim connect.