Something about this situation was making me itch.
“No, please. It’ll only take a minute.” Olivia bit her bottom lip, anxiety clear as she clasped her elbows for dear life, almost hugging herself. “Actually, fudge. I don’t know how long it’s going to take.” She made as if to step around me, and I moved automatically to block her.
I wasn’t Shay, with her preternatural connection to her wolf and almost superwolf powers of protection, but I was still a strong she-wolf.
Alpha, actually, to Shay’s beta. And that itch was getting worse, the longer I felt the desperation roll off this wolf.
Wait.
I scratched my palm with a frown. I was literally itching. What the—
Near-blinding silver light beamed from my left palm like a beacon, and I had to snap it away from my face to cover my eyes with
