“Finn said she’s a werewolf prodigy.”
Zoe sighed. “Of course she is.”
“If it’s any consolation, Jade has been in our shifting training program for months and has barely progressed.”
“Jade has no anxiety. If she can’t figure it out, I’m doomed.”
“Way to be positive.”
“I almostdied.”
My chest tightened.
I didn’t need a reminder of that. The memory would be permanently engraved in my mind.
“What are the odds that I can manage to never shift again?” she checked.
“Zero.”
“Dammit.” She pressed her forehead to my throat. Then froze. “We’re naked.”
“We’re werewolves. Nudity happens.”
“Do you hold your friends like this when it happens?”
“Only when they’re lonely.”
She snorted.
I tried to fight the urge to smooth her hair back, and failed.
“Can I borrow a pair of your clothes?” Zoe asked, finally peeling her face off my skin.
It took everything I had not to look down at her tits. They’d felt fucking perfect against me.
“Take whatever you want. Bedroom’s right there.” I gestured to the door. “I’m going to run to the store for some vegetarian peanut butter, so if you want a shower, you’ve got time.”
She laughed. “Good to know.” Her smile faded. “Would you mind closing your eyes while I…” she gestured to the room.
Yes, I’d mind.
“Sure.” I closed them anyway.
The moment of truth was coming whether I looked or not.
The one thing all of my rejected packmates and I had in common was that our mates’ wolves had no problem with walking away from us during the chase. Most female wolves refused to let their male out of their sight if they were genuinely interested.
Zoe’s footsteps were soft as she padded across the living room.
She stopped abruptly.
My chest tightened.
Please, let her?—
“Is there a chance I could dieeverytime I shift?” she asked.
“No. Only the first.”
