“The bond was so new and overwhelming, and I was holding her, and my claws just—happened.” “Hmm.” “And if I can’t figure this out, if I can’t control the wolf, what if I do worse than scratch her?” Shiara scrunches her face and waves her hand to dismiss the idea. “What is with you and this the wolf talk? You are a wolf. That’s your problem. You’re so uptight. The last thing you need is more control.”
