Chapter 86

June's POV

I didn’t open my eyes, but they opened anyway. I found myself peering at the man on the floor beside me, where the wolf had been before. When I tried to turn my head, it didn’t turn.

Shit.

Logic told me that meant I was officially in wolf form, though I didn’t understand what that meant. I’d hung up on Del every time she tried to explain it to me—not my proudest moments—but I had been miserable, and sleep-deprived, on top of being stressed as hell about the wolf thing.

So yeah, I didn’t know what was going on, but I didn’t seem to have any control over my body.

The wolf stepped over to the man sleeping on the floor. I hadn’t gotten a good look at him before his eyes turned red and I got the hell out of the wedding, but he was gorgeous. Light skin, long and shaggy dark hair that fell around his shoulders, and a jaw so chiseled he could’ve cut chocolate with it.

Why was I thinking about chocolate?

My stomach growled.

Shit; I w