He stood there in the moonlight, a perfectly formed warrior. And he was staring at her.

Lycans always shifted naked. Trinity had seen others, and others had seen her. But for the first time, she was vitally aware of her body, as well as another’s.

She stood tall, her shoulders back. The cool wind played with her hair, the tendrils caressing her bare shoulders. His gaze skittered over her, from the top of her head, halting briefly at her lips before continuing its journey downward. When he raised his gaze, she sucked in her breath at the clear and visible hunger in his eyes.

Trinity couldn’t ever remember anyone staring at her so openly, so intently, so freely displaying his desire.

She stared back at Matthias for a moment. Powerful. Strong. The ring on the chain glinted in the moonlight.

And he bore the brand of another woman.