The red haze over my vision made me want to shift and tear my brother a new one, but instead, I turned and punched the trunk of the nearest tree. Somewhere after the fourth punch, Reed dropped a hand on my shoulder and spun me away from the splintered bark.
“Knock it off, and stop being an asshat. The solution is simple. Talk to her. Tell her what you’re worried about. You’re not stuck in wolf form anymore. You can talk to her.”
It couldn’t be that simple. All telling her would do was scare her. Upset her. Make her pull away from me again, and I couldn’t bear that.
But was he right? Was I asking for trouble if I didn’t tell her?
I was damned if I did, damned if I didn’t.
The question was, did I trust her not to run if I shared the awful reality with her?
THIRTY-EIGHT
Shay
T
he thr
