Alpha Zayne Steele

He sat up and downed his beer, getting up and wanting something stronger. He needed to wash away these thoughts.

He poured himself a drink on the rocks and sat back on his chair. As he leaned back, a hand rested casually on his knee that was high as he propped it on a big stone next to his chair and his drink in his other hand.

Leandra swayed her waist back and forth, did her belly dance tricks, and she glanced at Zayne finally. She smiled quickly at him, then returned to eyeing the wolf from before.

Zayne's eyebrows knit together, and he took another sip....