ADRIAN'S P.O.V.
The cool night air clung to us as we stood at the edge of the glade, the moon's light weaving through the trees and highlighting Juliette's defiant expression. She had followed me, yes, but her arms were crossed, her stance strong and unwavering. She was suspicious, as always, and yet, her curiosity danced in her golden-brown eyes.
"Trust me," I said, my voice smooth as silk, though I couldn't suppress the amused quirk of my lips.
She raised a brow, her arms still crossed. "I followed you, didn't I? Don't push it, Adrian."
I chuckled, low and warm. "Ah, my fiery mate. Always ready with a bite. But tell me—" I took a deliberate step closer, watching as her gaze narrowed slightly. "Do you want to race me?"
Her laugh was sharp, like the crack of a whip. "A race? Are you serious? You do realize I'm a wolf, right?"
