“H-how is it you always find a way to be physically intimate with me?” I interrupted. “At least ask a girl to dinner, first.”
A blush crept across Clyde’s wolfish face as he partially shoved me away, scowling.
“Sorry, sorry,” I apologize. “I just—this is weird for me, okay? I’m taking combat advice from a wolfman. That sentence alone sounds surreal as hell, doesn’t it?”
Clyde sighed, standing back upright as he rubbed his fur-covered head. “I… yeah, surreal’s a good word for it. You’re the first human I’ve ever spilled my guts to. Probably the only one I’ll be allowed to tell.”
“What about my dad?” I asked.
Clyde shrugged weakly, his expression darkening slightly. “I didn’t have a say in that. And I don’t get to be this way in front of him.” His clawed hand gestured to his body,
