Rosalie’s POV

The way that Ethan was growling at us, I had assumed he was still in his wolf form, but when I turned to look at him, it was the human Ethan’s eyes I was looking into.

Shirtless with only a small pair of tattered shorts covering him, he glared at me, his hands in fists.

At the moment, it was difficult to tell the difference between the man and his beast.

“What the f*ck are you doing, Rosalie?” he shouted at me, coming at me slowly, which was surprising. I didn’t know why ...