Annie’s eyes go round as dinner plates. She has the most skittish wolf I’ve ever met. Una steps in front of her. My wolf doesn’t move, but he barks an order. Shift. Annie shifts immediately. Under the truck, a curse devolves into a pained yelp. My bad. I guess Liam shifted, too. Una is still standing on two feet. My wolf barks again, louder. She lifts her chin. My wolf growls a few more times for good measure. Shift. Shift now. Liam wriggles out from the undercarriage on his belly. Annie cowers, trembling, gaze averted, neck bared. As is right.
