SERAPHINA
“Why don’t you shift into your wolf?”
For a beat, my limbs paralyzed. How did he know I had not shifted even once? Had he been watching me? First he had already noticed that I had been hiding my scent and now he found out I was avoiding shifting. My throat squeezed shut. He had been suspicious of me. Panic flared hot in my chest, but I forced my face into a mask of defiance.
“I don’t need to shift to take you down,” I bit out, jerking my wrist free and stepping back.
His gaze narrowed, like he could see straight through the bravado to the storm beneath. The blood on his skin gleamed in the pale light, the stench of death and earth clinging to him like a second skin.
“You sure about that, little wolf?” His voice was silk over steel, a threat hidden behind something dangerou
