Chapter Four
KARA
The loudness of my voice startled me.
Everyone turned in my direction. Kit and Elder Frey seemed mildly surprised, and Reid’s eyebrows drew down.
But it was Ronan whose expression intrigued me the most.
His eyes pierced mine as he gazed down at me. Most of the shifters I knew had eyes that ranged from warm, chocolate brown to light hazel, the color of sunlight shining through spring leaves.
Ronan’s, however, were a sharp, unyielding amber. Every detail of his features overwhelmed me. The line of his jaw, his rumpled hair.
Not to mention the fact he’s still half-n***d. Can we postpone this thing and find the guy a shirt already?
“Kara.” Reid’s voice drifted in from the sidelines. “You don’t have to—”
My head jerked to catch his eye. “I know. But I want to.”
I tri
