Draven's POV
"Stop! Draven, I said stop!" She yells from her seat on my back, pulling harshly on my fur, causing me to jerk and buck her off. She landed on the ground with a thump and I could see she did not look impressed with me. "Why were you following me? Did you come to collect me again for Caraway?" I growled at her suggestion, but she still came at me, her eyes fixating on me with fury. "Well, are you going to answer me or hide behind your fur you f*****g coward!" She was screaming at me now, pulling on her vivid red curls that hung to her hips. She is crazy, why even bother?
The cold nips at my bare skin as I change back, my body towering over her as I come face to face with her, her sweet scent of vanilla and plums made me feel hungry, like a plum pie and vanilla custard- my fa
