"Tristan!"
Alora gritted his name as she witnessed how he was looking at her with faded lust in his glimmering wolf eyes.
"Luna, you shouldn't roam around freely like this when the full moon is here! Don't you know unmated wolves are hard to control their desires, on this night?" Tristan raised his brows with a smirk on his lips as he looked down at her face.
The corners of Alora's eyes curled at his audacity of touching her. She lowered her eyelids, looking at his grasp on her wrist. "And you should leave my hand this instant if you don't want me to put you in control myself!" Her voice came out as a harsh breath.
Tristan widened his eyes seeing blant warning in her rigid tone, her blazing eyes and stiffened aura. Something happened to her for sure. He reckoned it.