Chapter 101
The maid’s eyes widen, a silent question there, but she nods, understanding the gravity of my request. I can see she wants to argue with me as she glances at Bree thrashing in my grip. “Now!” I order her and she rushes off. With a click that echoes ominously through the space, the door seals shut behind us, leaving me stuck inside with her.
I step back, watching the sky above us peel away as the roof retracts, exposing us to the night’s sky. She sniffs the air, and shakes out her fur before sniffing the ground.
“This is Max’s don’t destroy it,” I tell her and she growls at me, but then turns away, sniffing plants trying to find a way out, I watch her, following closely. She walks into a glass wall and I laugh as she shakes her head, then growls at her own reflection. Werewolves are such strange creatures, they are animals in this form, no control, but yet somehow she held control enough not to hurt my son which baffles me. She paws at the window, her claws scraping the glass creating a
horrid noise.
“You can’t get out,” I tell her, and she spins with a growl, almost like she forgot she wasn’t alone in here.
The ferocity in her eyes dims but never truly fades. She stares at me for a second, tilting her wolfy head to the side like she is wondering what I am, despite her human side knowing already. Her scent saturates the air potently, growing vastly stronger as she sniffs the air, she stalks me and I start walking backward.
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“Easy now, Bree,” I tell her before stumbling over a plant root. A loud gasp escapes me as I hit the floor landing on my ass. I glare at the fern root protruding from the ground when she suddenly purrs. My eyes snap to her.
“Wait, don’t,” I warn her even as her form shudders and reshapes into something far too human. She stands before me, naked and panting, the moonlight casting a lustrous sheen over her skin. Her chest heaves with each breath, and there’s still that wild, untamed edge to her movements–an animalistic grace that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Shift back,” I repeat, though it’s unnecessary now. She’s here, in her human form, yet nothing about her is subdued. There’s a rabid gleam in her eye that makes my own instincts rear up in response.
Bree–so vulnerable
