Tamara
North didn't say anything to anyone. He just stepped back into the shadows of the trees and, with a sickening crunch of bone and muscle, shifted back into his human form.
He stood there, chest bare and muscles glistening with sweat, his eyes glowing with an anger so intense.
He didn't grab a towel or reach for clothes. He just stormed toward me, his face twisted in pure rage.
"Why the hell didn't you shift, Tamara?" he roared, his voice echoing off the trees. "I told you to be on patrol, not to play the hero! You are weak, you are slow, and you barely managed to keep your own neck intact!"
I stood up, my legs shaking, my shoulder throbbing where the rogue had pinned me down. "I saved him," I whispered, my voice trembling. "He was going to die."
North ignored me, stepping into
