Emily's pov
I squirmed, my gaze dropping to the ground.
Bryson was angry with me.
And I had a feeling I knew why.
I played with my fingers, stunned when I heard his bones breaking.
He was shifting back into his human form.
And.....was bounding over to me.
"What the hell were you thinking Em!? Getting into the fight! You could've gotten seriously injured." He hissed, arms now reaching out for me.
I stared at his bare foot, embarrassed to look up into his eyes for two reasons.
One, scared to see his anger arrowing to me. Two, to catch a glimpse of him completely naked.
Bryce though, didn't seem to care.
His finger press under my chin, tilting it back up so our eyes would connect.
I can feel just how angry he is from the way his finger shook under my chin.
I keep my gaze down but
