C17 SMITTEN

CHAYSE POV

I breathed heavily, Xander on my heels. My tongue rolled from my jaws, gasping for air to cool me off.

Then there was a sound from the pile. I immediately halted, my paws sliding against the dirt. The forest is plush, thick, and smelled like Xander did. We came home yesterday after the workout.

Xander insisted. And so, here we are, me training with Xander and his high elite wolves