I lunge.
Unexpectedly, my pursuit is halted. I’m tackled from the side, sending me rolling across the dirt. My skin stings from the impact with the rocks I tumbled over.
Fuck. That hurt.
Vision blurred, I pull myself to my feet. Grabby must have short-term memory loss becauseno waydid he forget the embarrassing beating.
I shake my head. When my vision returns to normal, it’s not Grabby whose shadow looms over me but a massive wolf with golden eyes and reddish-brown fur.
Now there are three Bloodhounds. Quite frankly, my wolf didn’t like that sucker punch.
My wolf’s eyes are locked on her target.
From the depths of my mind, I brace myself for what comes next.
But it never comes.
What’re you doing?
She’s unresponsive. Entranced and confused, she’s frozen. This behavior is so unlike her. I don’t want to hurt anyone. Right now, I’d rather her be the little ripper I know she can be instead of... whatever this is.
Attack him!
Seemingly confused and astonished by her behavior, she says,I... can’t.
What do you mean you can’t? He hit us! Remember, Casey?
The wolf shifts into his human form.
My eyes travel up long, tanned legs to find a toffee-blonde-haired, blue-eyed beast of a male.
Caleb?
Thick, neatly trimmed beard blanketing his defined jawline connects to a mustache. He’s bare along the neckline, and his cheekbones give him an edge. Sculpted and raw, trimmed and wild. He does fit the description Colin gave us. Except he forgot to mention how attractive the male is, even as pissed off as he looks.
Beware the pretty ones. Trauma taught me those who haven’t been burned usually do the burning. A narcissist can’t be hurt if they’re constantly on the offensive.
“Shift.”
The male’s stern demand is directed to my wolf.
If he weren’t pissing me off by trying to tell me what to do, I might have swooned at the smokiness to his voice.
The way he’s trying to order me around like I’m one of his little pack minions is laughable. He’s not in charge of—
My body rumbles, like I’m about to shift.
What’re you doing?I ask my wolf.
Nervous and confused, she says to me,I... I don’t know. Shifting?
Well . . . don’t.
She doesn’t listen.
I’m pulled from the safety of her mind to the forefront of my own, standing naked.
What has gotten into you?
