Once I’d finally pulled him back, I shifted into my human form, barely aware of how cold it was. My usual business-casual attire wasn’t exactly appropriate for the Alaskan wilderness, but I didn’t care. I was a shifter; that sort of pain barely registered. Even if I were human, I wouldn’t care if frostbite was in my future. All that mattered was her.
I took a step forward, holding out both hands in front of my body so she knew I was no threat. Not to her.
“Celeste,” I murmured gently, trying to extend one hand.
The wolf growled softly, folding her ears further back. She got her feet beneath her frame and tried to push herself a little further away from me. I didn’t need to be a wolf shifter to know the animal in front of me was terrified. I’d seen this reaction before, but I’d never exp
