AN HOUR AGO, I’D BEEN willing to accept that Carl and Carly might make a good match once she was a few years older. Now, it was all I could do not to slip back into my pelt, leap around the tree, and rip out Carl’s throat.
Instead, I cleared my own throat and hid behind my mate. “Look, you know that isn’t my decision to make. Luke will do as he sees fit....”
I didn’t manage to finish my sentence. Instead, I yelped as my head whipped backwards. Hair threatened to part company with my scalp as someone new manhandled me into submission.
I fought back. Of course I did. Slammed my heel up against my opponent’s shins...only his shins weren’t where I expected them to be.
Instead, my foot contacted air, sending me careening off balance. I screamed as the grip on my curls became the only thing
