She’d rescued him! And this was how he said thank you? Asshole! Not to mention that freaky shit he’d pulled in the middle of the woods. His eyes had glowed for fuck’s sake! Glowed, as in neon fucking blue. And that roar he’d let rip? Jesus! It had scared the piss out of her. She’d been raised among hunters. She knew all about the possibility of shifters, but she’d never actually seen one. She’d seen plenty of people her family accused of being shifters, but then her family was crazy as fuck. She’d rescued as many as she could and bore the scars for her efforts. Though the ones she’d rescued had been shrouded in the same type of golden glow Reno had sported, none had roared. And none had neon eyes. She shifted and managed to roll to her side, letting out a soft gasp as she met the blue gaze of her captor. Not neon, but still stunning. He blinked and inhaled as if pulling the scent of her deep into his lungs. A rumble started in his chest that sounded way too close to a purr for her comfort.
