thing. A girl had to pee and eat. Not necessarily in that order because hunger was winning at the moment. Brenna eased from Declan’s bed, inching from beneath him, worming from his hold, and sliding over the edge until she thumped to the ground. She immediately popped up, peering over the side of the mattress like a prairie dog looking for danger. Well, a wolf–prairie dog hybrid. That thought had her wondering if there really were prairie dog shifters and if there were, how big would they be. And… She shook her head. Weird shifter ponderings could come later. Like, after a visit to the little werewolf’s room and then snacks. Big, nummy bloody ones. Nom, nom, nom… Watching Declan, she held her breath and waited to see if he’d wake. When all he did was grumble and hug her pillow to his chest, she released the air in her lungs. Part of her was thrilled with her escape. The other half was ready to make fun of the big, bad, always vigilant Alpha wolf. The man slept through her getaway, what kind of protector was he?
