Chapter 19

Evan groaned and stretched his arms up and above, revealing his stomach muscles. Those abs had seen better days. He was bruised, badly on one side. The purplish color raked and came off blue across his skin. He didn’t do it so Vanessa could stare but she was looking at him. Slightly nervous. Noah knew how to pick them didn’t he? Skittish. But she was brave.The first time Evan had seen blood as a kid, he had puked. Call it intuition, he knew she wasn’t sheltered. She had the roughness around her edges. She might be scared now, but she wasn’t afraid of them.

“Querida, like what you see?” , only if he could keep his tongue stuck inside and his words to himself. Evan would be a better person, or so his brother said to him. But who cared about being better?

If Noah had the reputation of playboy casanova, Evan was worst. Since Vanessa was his age, he probably didn’t know but they trained together in summers where all teenage wolves did. He didn’t unnerve her the way Noah did either.

But