Chapter 41
The werewolf’s breath was hot against my forehead, his teeth inches away from the soft spot beneath my chin. No wonder I shifted into fox form, depending on animal instinct to wriggle free before I could be eaten alive.
But the wolf was having none of it. He grabbed my newly materialized ruff and shook me so severely my teeth clattered together. And even after I was suitably chastised, the male continued standing stiff-legged atop my crumpled body while a deep growl rumbled up out of his massively broad chest.
Which is about the time I realized this wasn’t my sword-wielding opponent. This was Gunner, turned guardian while letting our true quarry escape behind his back. I’d always known alpha werewolves were idiots, but I hadn’t expected behavior as a*s-backwardly
