Ansel leapt into the air, claws extended, and came down hard on Nelson. Nelson tried to dodge the move, but Ansel anticipated it. He landed directly on Nelson, pinning him to the ground. The air around them rippled with growls and gasps.
Clara screamed Nelson’s name, her voice breaking through the tension like glass.
Ansel pressed a claw to Nelson’s throat. “Yield.”
The word rolled through the clearing, deep and commanding. The power in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. My heart hammered. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me.
Wow. No one had ever looked sexier than Anel did at that moment.
Nelson growled, the sound feral and strained. Ansel grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up before slamming him back down again. The ground trembled beneath them.
“I said yield.”
His voice
