Chapter One
The heels were a bad choice. Sam picked her way across the cobblestone alleyway, attempting to stalk her prey. Ha! There was absolutely zero chance that the wolf eighty paces in front of her hadn’t noticed her presence. Besides, she probably looked more like a foal trying to walk for the first time. Easy pickings.
There was a small chance he didn’t recognize that the woman following him was her. There was an even smaller chance that he didn’t recognize her scent on the cold, damp night air. He might have just registered her as a drunken party girl who had wandered off from her flock during a wild night out in SoHo.
A lone sheep might be appealing to other wolves. But not Titus Lycus.
She was starting to think she was doing a good job at staying inconspicuous when she tripped. She stopped herself from falling to the ground, but not before grunting and swearing.
“Fuck.”
He heard that because he stopped. When he slowly turned and walked towards her, she froze. He grew in size as he approached her. He was easily 6’5”, with shoulders so wide he had to turn to the side to walk through doors in very old buildings designed for smaller, less well-nourished people—humans without the genetic and material advantages of Lycan blood.
“Why would you wear such stupid, fucking shoes in SoHo, Samantha?” He was clearly irritated, but he said her name as though he was tasting her cunt, and it was the finest meal he’d ever had.
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