Chapter 13Sam
He has the decency not to say it out loud, but I can see that he is very proud of himself. I can't believe I gave in so easily. His kiss, or rather, his torrid kisses, must have turned my brain more deeply than I thought, completely annihilating my survival instinct and my unreasonable fear of animorphs. Knowing me to be fickle, he doesn't waste a second and takes out his phone to call Dylan and ask him to join us at my place. We then finish our round in silence hand in hand, needing this time to prepare myself mentally to meet a new shifter.
Physically, Dylan is the exact opposite of Nate. As blond as my friend is brown, barely taller than me, which isn't very tall for a man, let alone a shifter, laughing gray eyes, and hair that must come to his shoulders, though I can't
