Thomas stood from the chair, his size shrinking the room, and the two reunited shifters embraced.
"You're alive," Grady choked out.
"You sound surprised. You heard me howling the other night, didn't you."
I listened hard to Thomas, studying him through Sasha who cowered away from him. Everything he said sounded like a command but one you might not mind obeying, and his questions weren't really questions at all. He didn't move or gesture when he spoke like he didn't feel nervous energy or the need to draw attention to himself. His tone did that for him.
His messy hair grazed his eyebrows, a lighter shade of brown than the beard that grew on his chin. His dark pants clung to the long, muscled columns of his legs, and his black flannel strained across the wide expanse of his chest. He
