"Look, lady. I don't know what's going on, but you're trespassing, and you need to leave. Now." I immediately back pedaled. "Don't be pissed, okay? I know how this must look. My name is Bronte Hannigan. I'm a--" I caught myself. What I said now might mean the difference between staying and going. I really needed to stay. "I'm a shapeshifter." Erik's jaw dropped. I straightened a little, testing to see if the chair I'd chosen as cover would hide my C cups if I didn't bend my knees, which had begun to ache. Deciding it hid enough of them, I gratefully repositioned myself. The color of Erik's eyes went from milk chocolate to dark. Or was that my imagination? Now I was doing the head clearing. "I know this sounds completely crazy--" "You have no idea." "But I do! Honest. The thing is, I'm a descendent of an Irish Goddess named Danu. We can shift from human into animal, in my case the wolf you rescued this morning. Thanks for that, by the way. I didn't know how I was going to free myself." I pasted a smile on my face.
What do You think about His Wolf (Wolf Of My Heart)?
