Kiana
“W-What the hell is wrong with you?” I whispered.
“You’re wearing another man’s clothes.”
“Yes. I am. They’re Finns. That was the plan? Remember?” My scoff was indignant.
“You need to take them off.” His voice had gone eerily calm.
“Um, no. I don’t. I’m freezing. What the hell is wrong…” he made a low keening noise, and my eyes widened.
No way. No f*****g way. “Oh, c'mon Troy. You don’t even like me, and you’re going to be jealous that I’m wearing some stranger’s clothes?”
“Finn is of mating age. He’s only a year or two older than you.”
“Unbelievable.”
“I can’t control it, Kiana! Take the f*****g clothes off or my wolf is going to come out, and I’m going to hunt Finn down. I like Finn. I do not want to have to kill him.”
“You’re a grown-ass man, the alpha of a whole goddam
