Misha grinned and lifted the hair to his nose, taking deep inhales of her scent. His damn eyes rolled back in his head, eyelids fluttering before snapping back open, and his irises flashed orange. Oh fuck. A calm Misha was dangerous enough, but a feral Misha, the one with orange eyes, who could bulk up to three hundred pounds of muscle in a flash? Fucking lethal. His entire body shivered as he shoved her hair into his pocket, staring off in the direction she’d run.
