A low threatening growl of protectiveness and anger spilled from his lips and I flinched.
The moment he registered my flinch, he whimpered as if in apology. But then, his eyes snapped up to face me. His red eyes now glint with a warning.
‘Draven’s wolf was as bipolar as he was,’ I thought. But still not backing down, even through my fear.
“Please, just call Draven. I need to speak to him about something important,” I pleaded again through a whisper.
The wolf stared at me for a moment, and I felt I was crazy because I could clearly read the annoyance on his now relaxed face. Nudging my hands to continue one last time, and I did—thinking it was hopeless and maybe his wolf could not hear what I said.
But then, my mouth was left gaping open when I stared as the huge beast transformed in
