AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 

　　　

　　　 A group of joggers, nodding at me in acknowledgment before passing by me. They were shirtless, just shorts and sweatpants. Theia would have laughed as she ogled them if she was here.

　　　

　　　 “Amelia!”

　　　

　　　 I turned around to see Lucius marching in my direction, shirtless, as well, sweaty, yet all I could smell was the strong aroma of his werewolf scent. There was barely a scar on his abdomen, but what caught my attention was the tattoo on his chest, almost similar to a pentagram, but there were more symbols inside that I didn’t recognize. It was a sigil. 

　　　

　　　Ryden was ripped, yet Lucius was ripper, with pure bulging muscles....