“Your wolf is too inexperienced to be around so many strangers.” Sinclair cautions, shaking his head. “It’s not a good idea.”
My wolf doesn’t care for this one bit. Now that I’ve made shifting a possibility, she’s clawing at my skin, begging to get out. Yes, yes, yes! Freedom!
Sinclair grips my nape, I said no, mate.
Too late! My wolf sings defiantly, and my body shudders as the painful shift begins. Cursing, Sinclair shields me as I tremble,jerk and whimper through the next few minutes. It’s over quickly, and soon I’m sitting in front of him as my wolf, my dress in tatters on the ground. I wag my tail as I look up at my mate, who stands their with his arms crossed over his chest, disapproval rolling off of him in waves. I jump up and brace my paws on his rock-hard abs, wishing I was t
