I felt the wolf’s frustration as she took control and began to investigate
the room. No shifting. I need to run.
I gritted my teeth and tried to shove her aside. No. Not now. Please. We’ll
run later.
My wolf didn’t yield. Not even a hair on my body quivered. She was as
stubborn as a—
Steps sounded on the stairs. God, no. Had someone heard my yelp and the
following thump on the floor?
Shift now! Someone’s coming, I said to my wolf.
No!
I let out a sigh of frustration, but it came out as a wolfy snarl.
Someone paused outside the door and my breath caught. “Savy?
Everything ok?” Casey said. “I heard something fall.”
Panic seized my mind. I couldn’t speak as a wolf—just snarl, growl, and
howl. A mm-hmm would probably come out as a whimper or sound like a
wounded animal. That would have Casey breaking down the door in no time.
“Savy?”
Shit. He wasn’t going to go away. My thoughts raced through my mind
like Wile E. Coyote and landed on a single, desperate ruse.
I gave a snort, and then started snoring loudly. It sounded utterly ghastly,
but it was as close to a human sound as I could make.
“Holy shit,” Casey muttered to himself. The sound of his feet moved off
into the hall. “That girl has one hell of a deviated septum.”
If I’d been in two-legged form, I would have turned bright crimson.
My wolf paced back and forth. I need out. This room is too small.
Shift back, I pleaded. Then I’ll go to the park, and we can run there.
No! I don’t trust you. You walk beneath the sun every day. I’ve been
trapped my whole life. I’m not shifting back.
Was this how it was for Jaxson and Sam? It couldn’t be. Did they just
have more control?