“Fuck me,” Seth breathed, and I looked to him, finding him giving Rosalie the hungriest eyes ever. He looked like a wolf about to stalk a deer, but Rosalie didn’t look like prey to me. She looked like a predator through and through. “Alpha,” he growled to no one in particular and I snorted a laugh. “You know you’re talking out loud, right?” I muttered and he blinked, turning to me in surprise. “Werewolf,” he breathed, and I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Pretty.” “You’ve been reduced to single words,” I pointed out. “Maybe you should ask her out after the match.”

