Book 9: Hunted by a Wolf

Sarah

“This is humiliating!” I whisper, trying to cover my naked body with my hands. The cold night air bites into my skin, numbing the pain of the fresh mark, yes, but stinging everywhere else. 

Sydney, in his wolf form several feet away, paces back across the patio and says into my mind, ‘If you shift, you’ll be warm.’

He did this on purpose. He didn’t so much as offer me a robe, probably to enjoy the sight of me in just my skin, shivering and at his mercy.

“I know,” I bite out, annoyed. “I don’t know how!”

‘You’ll feel it. Just tell your body what you want it to do.’ He comes to a stop, and in a glimmer of movement and faint light, shifts back into his human form. “See?”

I frown at him before squeezing my eyes shut. All right, body. Shift. Turn my hands into paws, or whatever. 

Nothing. 

I run my tongue over my canine teeth, testing. He’d noticed they’d sharpened after I marked him, but they feel norm