When I called out, the wolf paused momentarily but didn't turn back, taking a few more steps forward instead.
My heart sank, and I shouted again, "Gavin Montrose!"
Unexpectedly, the wolf didn't leave. Instead, it swiftly morphed back into human form.
Gavin stood there, his black shirt a bit ruffled, with a few stray strands of hair falling across his sharply defined face. There was still a wild, untamed look in his eyes that held a sense of danger. "Judging by how loudly you're shouting, I assume you're not in desperate need of my help," he said, his tone laced with both sarcasm and amusement.
I stared at the scar on his face, finally coming to terms with the fact that I'd barely escaped with my life. "It really is you! How did you end up here?"
The thrill of survival had made me reck
