Dean was putting on a show.
Claude should've expected it, he had directly asked Dean. He was half-teasing earlier, but clearly the Head Alpha was not about to let this moment pass without at least giving Claude a spectacle.
They had walked back to the safety of the trees, Claude ever so grateful for the shade. Dean should've been ahead of Claude due to his four legs, but the werewolf consciously slowed his footsteps.
It was a fascinating thing walking side-by-side with a werewolf of Dean's size. Claude hadn't immediately realized that the feeling fluttering in his chest was giddiness.
The werewolf had stopped him with a look that said stay here, watch.
And boy, did Claude watch.
The Head Alpha of the Axel Pack had undergone years of specialized training and body conditioning. Even wi
