If not for the fact she lived and worked with shifters she might have been more shocked than she was. Or frozen with fear. But she knew exactly what had happened. The only thing surprising her was that the wolf was Clint. That he obviously was a shifter. He looked at her with those amber-flecked hazel eyes and there was no mistaking who was staring back out at her. Sophia reached out a hand to stroke the thick black pelt and the animal rubbed its head against her hand. “I know it’s you,” she said in a soft voice. “And it’s okay. I know all about who and what you are.” The wolf backed away from her to the center of the room. The air around it seemed to move in an accelerated current until it was nothing but swirling dust. Sophia blinked. Clint was in front of her again, still naked. “You don’t look frightened,” he observed, pulling his clothes back on. “You have no idea how difficult it was for me to decide to do this. I was afraid you’d have a seizure or scream down the house.”
