The sound of a twig snapping made me whirl around, instinctively covering myself. At the edge of the clearing stood Kyle, his expression unreadable in the shadows.
"Get out!" I screamed, humiliation burning through me. "Get OUT!"
He stepped forward instead, his hands raised placatingly. "Imogen, listen…”
“No, and this is why you shouldn’t be here. I knew I had no wolf.” I said bolting.
But Kyle was faster. His hand caught my wrist before I'd made it three steps, spinning me back toward him with surprising gentleness despite my panic.
"Let me go!" I struggled against his grip, trying to cover myself with my free arm. The humiliation was overwhelming, not just being seen naked, but being seen failing. Being proven right about my deepest fear.
"Imogen, stop." His voice was calm, steady.
