I’m pretty sure the wolf just rolled his eyes at me, but then again, my head is spinning right now. I’m talking to an enemy shifter who is treating me like a fangless, clawless kitten.

I run my fingers through the wolf’s fur one last time. “I have to keep moving. If the pack security finds out I’ve left, they may come after me. And they’re faster than I am, so I need to get a head start.”

I try to get to my feet, but the shifter doesn’t let me budge. He gives me a quizzical look ...