“No!” he roars, suddenly stepping towards me. He grabs my arm and shoves me against the car, looking straight into my eyes. “You’re the one! I’m sure of it, I felt something—”
“Owen,” I choke out. “You need help—”
He gives me a little shake, and being pressed between his hot, firm body and the cold, hard metal of the car gives me a flash of sensation that is neither pain nor fear.
Not now. Jesus, Trina.
It’s been so long…
I look up into his eyes, and he looks down into me, confusion written all over his face. His eyes are wide, almost panicked, and when he tilts his head towards me, I raise my lips, feeling a rush of heat flood across my breasts, belly, and thighs.
Do I want him to kiss me? Maybe I’m the one who’s nuts.
“I need to convince you,” he says finally. He lets go of my arm and steps back, keeping his eyes on mine.
“This can be uncomfortable to watch,” he says. “But I can’t see any other choice.”
What the hell is he going to do?
“Owen, calm down,” I say, trying not to freak out. “You don’t need to do this.”
Whateveritis.
“Yes, I do,” he says. “I need to show you that I’m not lying. I really am a wolf.”
Dear God, how do I react to this? Do I play along, or straight-up tell him he’s bonkers?
“Okay, Owen,” I say, trying not to sound patronizing. “That’s really… amazing. Thanks for showing me.”
“I haven’t done it yet,” he growls, stepping back again to put a bit more space between us.
A ripple flows across my vision, and I feel dizzy as I try to keep him in focus. My eyes try to follow the movement, but a shimmering, pale curtain falls across Owen’s shape. Less than a second passes before Owen disappears, and a massive white wolf is standing in his place.
I stare at the creature, my back pressed against the car as I start to tremble so hard, I can barely stay on my feet. The wolf tilts its head, and I see a flash of green flicker across its gaze.
Owen’s eyes…
The wolf takes a step forward and growls. I try to leap backwards, crashing into the car and screaming at the top of my lungs. The wolf wags its tail and lets out a short “ruff” sound.
Good puppy?
My chest feels like it’s getting smaller and smaller, to the point I can only take short, quick breaths. I’m starting to feel dizzy when the wolf shimmers, and Owen stands before me again.
Naked now. Oh my…
I’ve always wanted to see him naked, but I sure as hell didn’t picture it happening like this!
Owen pins one of my shoulders to the car and looks into my eyes, tilting his head. “Do you see?”
“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely. “I see.”
“Good.”
Owen picks me up by both shoulders and wraps an arm around me, opening the car door to toss me onto the back seat. The strength has completely gone out of me as he gets behind the wheel and pulls away from the curb.
Leaving all my stuff, my whole life. Where the fuck are we going? What happens now?
I want to believe that I’ve cracked and am hallucinating, but the way my body responded to him can’t be denied. As disturbing as it was seeing him shift, I feel like something clicked into place when I saw it, as if it was a confirmation of things I already knew.
