RETT POV
Oh well.
Maybe shifting was a bad idea.
Too soon. Definitely too soon.
One minute we were two cuddly wolves curled around the woman of our dreams, her heartbeat slow and steady between us, and the next—boom. Naked. Human. Pauline fainting like she’d just seen a ghost. Or, you know, two naked men pop out of fur and fangs like discount werewolf strippers.
Both me and Robert panicked. Like, full-body flail mode.
“Pauline?” I whispered, patting her cheek. “Hey—uh, sweetie? Love? Dream girl? Wake up?”
“She’s not breathing,” Robert hissed.
“She is. She's just unconscious.”
“That’s worse!”
“No, it’s not! Stop yelling. She doesn’t need a jump scare and a stroke.”
Robert looked around wildly. “Do we put something on her face? Slap her? Do humans like that?”
“I don’t know, man,
