“Matt…” “Don’t Matt me.” The dangerous whisper right next to her ear sent a shiver skating over her skin. “Dog breath, don’t pull big, bad wolf with me. It doesn’t work, remember?” When his eyes went gold and his voice growly, it always made her laugh. Her best friend was a wolf, and she was well aware of the fact. The tightness of his arms around her warned her the display of temper was more than a simple moment of pissyness. Showing weakness, however, didn’t help either of them. “Let me go, Matt. Now.” Whether her racing pulse or lack of quavering tone helped her more, she didn’t know. Matt, however, released her long enough to turn her around. “Shi, don’t be a bitch about this. Why would you go somewhere else if you wanted to be a wolf?” Hurt, not anger, inhabited the question and neutered her resistance to his demand. “Because I wasn’t sure what I wanted.”
