Alex's POV
Xavier's wolf—his animal—was a force of nature. He was built like a goddamn tank, his muscle bound in a way that made my wolf's instinct to fight and challenge him surge forward. But at the same time, there was something else, something that urged us to play.
The two wolves locked eyes. A challenge, no words, but everything was clear.
And Xavier—Xavier's wolf—smirked.
I felt my wolf growl low in my throat, though I couldn't control it. Xavier's wolf was showing off, dancing around me in a teasing, almost playful way. He wasn't taking me seriously—he never did. The way he wagged his tail, his ears flicking as if he was daring me to chase him, daring me to catch up with him. His body moved with fluid grace, his muscles rippling beneath the sleek fur.
