The wolf saw an opening and leapt.
“Shit!” I cried.
The wolf’s eyes went wide and he fumbled. Instead of sinking his teeth into my throat, he fell sideways in a way that was awkward compared with the grace he displayed earlier. He scrambled to his feet and watched me in wonder.
“It’s you,” the wolf said breathlessly.
I paused.
What the hell just happened?
Was the wolf a shifter this entire time? I didn’t think wolf shifters even lived in the area. I’d heard howls, of course, but I always assumed they belonged to natural wolves.
The wolf kept staring at me. I figured I should reply. I probably could have formulated a better sentence, but in my bad mood and confusion all I managed to say was, “What the hell areyoulooking at?”
The wolf’s reply was one word uttered with softness and awe: “You.”
