<b>Chapter </b><b>52 </b>
Skye’s POV
I raced upward along the canyon’s edge, my feet finding purchase on the loose stones
with
instinctive precision.
Finally, I spotted what I was looking for arge boulder perched precariously near what appeared to be a sheer drop. To anyone approaching from t would look as though the rock sat directly on the cliff’s edge. What they couldn’t see was the small teau behind it, offering the perfect bading some
1 slipped behind the boulder, pressing my back against the cool stone as I fought to steady my breathing. Pulling og my hoodie, I torked my silver hair carefully beneath the fabric. My distinctive hair color had always been both my greatest beauty and my greatest liability–now mces than ever as prey in a hunting game<b>. </b>
Closing <b>my </b>eyes, I focused on my hearing, filtering through the night sounds until I detected the soft footfalls and hushed voices of the hunters beginning their pursuit. The game had officially started.
My thoughts drifted to Adrian’s thunderous expression by the campfire. His reaction to Ryder’s song had been unmistakable–barely contained raze simmering beneath a thin veneer of Alphaposure. I couldn’t help but recall Nadia’s warning about their supposedpetition.
Were they actually engaged in some ridiculous contest over me?
The idea both angered and confused me. On one hand, the thought of being treated like a prize to be won was deeply offensive.
On the other hand, was I reading too much into their behavior? Adrian had maintained a respectful distance for weeks, showing none of the aggressive pursuit one might expect from someone engaged in romanticpetition.
An Alpha participating in such juvenile antics seemed absurd. Adrian <b>was </b>a leader, responsible for an entire pack. Surely he wouldn’t lower himself topeting with someone eight years his junior for a woman who wasn’t even his mate.
A sudden shriek pierced the night, followed by Nadia’s triumphantughter. Another “rabbit” had been caught<b>, </b>and judging by the sounds, not far from my hiding ce. I instinctively covered my mouth and nose with my hand, as if that could somehow mask my presence from werewolf senses.
My heart hammered against my ribs, adrenaline flooding my system with the primal thrill of potential discovery<b>. </b>
Nadia’s footsteps and her captive’s resigned grumbling gradually faded as they moved away from my position. <b>I </b>released <b>a </b>careful breath, allowing my tense muscles to rx slightly.
I’d sessfully evaded the first hunter.
Leaning back against the boulder, <b>I </b>gazed out at the breathtaking vista before me. From this height, the canyon sprawled majestically under <b>the </b>full moon’s glow, its stratified walls painted in silver and shadow. The stars seemed close enough to touch, their brilliance undiminished by city lights or pollution. It was exactly the view Adrian had promised me.
I was so absorbed in the scenery that I didn’t register the presence behind me until hands shot out from the darkness<b>, </b>mping firmly <b>around </b>my waist. I opened my mouth to scream, but a palm quickly covered my lips, muffling the sound before <b>it </b>could escape.<fn8e51> Discover more novels at find~novel</fn8e51>
I struggled briefly before catching a familiar scent–the distinctive ocean scent that belonged to Adrian. My body instantly rxed, though my heart continued its frantic rhythm for entirely different reasons.
How had he managed to sneak up on me? For someone of his stature<b>–</b>well <b>over </b><b>six </b><b>feet </b><b>of </b>solid muscle–to move with such stealth seemed almost supernatural. He’d approached like a shadow, without disturbing <b>a </b>single stone or creating even the faintest whisper of sound.
Gradually, Adrian released his hand from my mouth, circling around the boulder to sit beside me on the hidden teau. The <b>carved </b>wooden wolf mask still concealed his features<b>, </b>lending him an almost mythological <b>appearance </b>in the moonlight–a forest gode <b>to </b>im his tribute.
“How did you find <b>me</b>?” I whispered, both impressed and slightly disappointed that my hiding ce had been discovered
ickly<b>. </b>
“Your scent,” he replied simply, his voice slightly muffled behind the mask.
I frowned in confusion. “But I thought <b>I </b>didn’t have <b>a </b>typical werewolf scent. That’s why I’ve been able to hide from other wolves all these <b>years</b><b>.</b>”
<b>Chapter </b><b>52 </b>
<b>Adrian </b>tilted his head, the mask’s carved features creating eerie shadows across his face. “I know your shampoo, your <b>body </b>wash, your unseren. K exined. “I know how you smell when <b>you’re </b>nervous…”
He paused, leaving his words hanging in the air for a moment. Then, leaning slightly closer, he continued in a lower tone that sent heat <b>pooling </b>in my stomach.
<b>“</b>And I know your scent when you’re excited.”
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Even behind his mask<b>, </b>I could feel the intensity of his gaze locked with mine.
Heat rushed to my face as my mind immediately shed back to that day in his SUV after my first shift–the mortifying wetness between my thighs<b>, </b><b>the </b>unmistakable aroma of arousal that had filled the enclosed <b>space</b>.
He had recognized it <b>then</b>, just as he recognized it now.
Because to my horror, my body <b>was </b>betraying me once again, <b>responding </b>to his proximity with a traitorous warmth that I knew his enhanced senses <b>could </b>detect.
I quickly averted my <b>eyes</b>, desperate to change the <b>subject</b>. “Fine,
<b>you </b>
caught
<b><i>me</i></b><b>.</b>”
”
I
conceded. “<b>You </b>win<b>. </b><b>You </b><b>should </b>go find your next target <b>now</b><i>. </i>
I attempted to stand, intending to make a dignified retreat back to
<b>camp </b><b>as </b>a captured rabbit.”
Instead, Adrian’s hand shot out, closing around my <b>wrist </b>and pulling me off–bnce<b>. </b><b>I </b>tumbled backward,nding squarely in his tap, his strong <b>arms </b>immediately encircling my <b>waist </b>to prevent me from escaping.
With his free hand, Adrian reached up and removed his wolf mask.
The moonlight cascaded <b>across </b>his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the depth of his amber <b>eyes</b><b>. </b>My breath caught in my throat <b>as </b><b>I </b>took in his handsome features–<b>the </b>strong brow, straight nose, and full lips that curved into <b>a </b>slight smile. <b>The </b><b>silver </b>glow seemed to transform <b>him </b>into something otherworldly, too perfect to be real.
I found myself staring, momentarily forgetting my predicament as I admired the y of light and shadow across his face.
“Why are you so afraid to be alone with me?” he demanded, his breath tickling my ear. “What <b>exactly </b>
く
are you afraid <b>of</b><b>, </b>Skye<b>?</b><b>” </b>