ORIEN'S POV

We crash across the room in a tangle, hitting surfaces with our shoulders.

Both our claws are extended, but we don’t fully shift------ regardless of how large the room is, it’s too small a space for both of our wolves to fit in.

However but our wolf is visible in our arms, our knees and our feet; so we're half shifted.

“Stop it!” Iryn cries again.

She doesn't like what we are doing, and if it wasn't that obvious before, it's obvious now with how the mate bond lashes ...