Rhyson stared at me. “Shift,” he ordered.
Immediately, I let my wolf regress until I was naked on my hands and knees in front of him. Sitting back on my haunches, I tried to smile at him. “S-Surprise.”
As he stared at me, time seemed to stop. This was not how I wanted to see him again, naked and kneeling on the asphalt, but we were here. We were together.
And a cold mask was slipping over his face.
“Surprise,” he echoed with sarcasm. “This is taking clingy a little too far.”
Clingy? He wasn’t exactly welcoming me with open arms. My arms went around my body. “I’m sorry, Rhyson. I’m not trying to be clingy. I’m in some trouble, and I was hoping you could help me.”
“Rhyson,” the man next to him barked, and I jumped, almost forgetting that we had an audience. What had Rhyson called him?
