“I’m a shifter, just like you,” Rayna Corpeta said, letting her long legs uncurl to stand in front of Eli. He knew that, could tell by the graceful way she moved, her long legs, toned and tanned as she approached him. Her hair was dark and long, twisted into some type of messy braid and hanging over her left shoulder. Long-lashed eyes blinked slowly as she watched him, hips swaying until she came to a stop just two feet away. She carried the scent of the jungle, primitive, yet arousing, clearly identifiable by another shifter. Just two hours ago he’d heard from Nick that there were new recruits in the gym waiting for him. In desperate need of the distraction that training new shifter guards always brought him, Eli had left the dining hall and come straight here, only to be stopped short by this striking beauty as she’d lounged in the hallway just outside the gym. She’d been sitting on the floor as if it were the most comfortable lounge chair, her eyes fixed on the hallway from which he’d come.
