Trusting the Wolf: A VIC Shapeshifter Novel | 
“I am not your ‘dove.‘” Whatever that meant. “You weren‘t supposed to be here until tomorrow morning,” I said tersely. “And stop staring. Shapeshifters usually show better manners.”
“You are so beautiful, I can‘t help myself. And I am not like most shapeshifters.”
The shock of his touch and the feelings the contact triggered made me jump back. “Keep your hands to yourself unless invited.”
“But will you, Charlotte? Will you invite me?”
“Depends,” I lashed out with my right foot and swept his feet out from under him. Koering landed hard on his butt. Dust and the fragrance of crushed vegetation filled the air.
I looked down at him with one eyebrow raised. “It depends on whether you respect me or not.”
A long, deep warning emitted from low in my throat. I put all my pent up emotions into it as I kept up the pressure and waited. He stilled completely, it was his choice, and he knew I was serious. Finally, he whined an acceptance. With a last growl, I released his throat and stepped off him.The wolf shifted into his human form and he slowly stood, rubbing at his corded neck. “You play rough.” His tone mocked me as his smile widen.
“You weren‘t supposed to be here until tomorrow morning,” I said tersely. “And stop staring, shapeshifters usually show better manners.”
“You are so beautiful, I can‘t help myself. And I am not like most shapeshifters.”
How did I know he would say that? He took another step forward.
“It‘s abundantly obvious you‘re not,” I said dryly and as the words left my mouth, I wanted to bite them back.
