Chelsea's POV
Then the memory of Gabriel's eyes came back to me and my breath caught in my chest before I could stop it, not because he'd threatened anything or lost control, but because he hadn't done any of that.
There was no shouting, no posturing, in fact, there was no obvious reaction he gave that I could latch onto and twist to my advantage.
Just that steady, assessing look that made my wolf recoil in fear at the memory hard enough that I felt it physically.The irritation that followed was immediate and vicious.
Not at him, at my wolf.
Because it meant my body had sensed something that it didn't like and reacted without my express permission, and I refused to be embarrassed by that. A proper wolf would have held its ground. A proper wolf wouldn't have reacted like pr
