Chapter 0470

He was actually going to kiss me. In front of the entire pack. Like I'd let that happen. My knee reacted before my brain did—maybe with a little more force than necessary. Serves him right. Guardians heal fast, anyway. His future mate won't have to worry about his ability to produce pups.

'Run with me, Evelyn? Evander might come looking for us again.'

'Yes. I need the practice. And I don't mind if he catches me. Maybe he'll pin me down and lick my muzzle again.' Valeria purred in my mind.

I rolled my eyes. At least Evander had more restraint than my wolf.

'I never said I wouldn't wait for our mate. I just enjoy being chased. There's a difference.' She huffed.

"Whatever," I muttered.

I was about to strip and shift when my father appeared behind me. "What was that with Gregory Sinclair at training? Looked like he was about to kiss you."

"I made sure he won't try that again. His balls are probably lodged in his throat by now." I smirked, expecting him to laugh.

He didn't. "Stay away from him, Evelyn. He's a Guardian. Nothing good comes from that."

"I know, Dad. Trust me, I'm not delusional enough to think he wants anything serious." Except Gregory had sworn on his Guardian oath not to push me. Now I had to figure out how to meet him Sunday without my parents finding out.

Once he left, I shifted and bolted into the forest. Valeria sprinted over rocks, leaped across gaps, pushing her limits.

Then Evander approached cautiously, unsure of his welcome after the Gregory incident. Valeria didn't hesitate—she bounded over, rubbing against him.

He nipped playfully, and they were off. I had to admit, Evander pushed her harder than anyone. Not as agile, but strong. Fast. After an hour, we called it. They raced back, Valeria yipping as Evander chased her.

At the treeline, I stopped. So did he, head tilted in question.

"My father doesn’t want me seen with you. Better if he doesn’t catch you walking me home."

"He doesn’t want you with the pack’s Guardian?"

"He doesn’t want me with Gregory Sinclair. Your reputation precedes you. And that almost-kiss didn’t help."

"Then how am I supposed to pick you up Sunday?" Irritation sharpened his tone.