Chapter Twenty-Seven (Isla)

Anders shifted into his human form. Naked, he walked towards me. I lifted my head and growled at him, baring my teeth.

“I’m just trying to help. We are going back to the pack house, so unless you can walk yourself, you are going to let me carry you.” Anders spoke to me.

“Sexy man, look at the muscle.” Daciana cooed, "I want a piece of that.”

“I think not.” I thought back also checking out his body. “Behind that artistry is a jerk.” I surmised.

“Maybe it’s a façade. Maybe deep down he’s a teddy bear.”

“Yeah, one with teeth who can’t wait to see us dead. I know hatred, and that’s what I see in his eyes.”

“It may surprise you at how people can change, and how you can perceive things in a way that was unintended.”

I grumbled, “Why am I arguing with you? Your nuts.”

“Maybe, but then you are as well because I am a part of you, so there.” She pouted.

A tan colored wolf appeared with shorts and a shirt in his mouth. Anders put on the shorts. Causing Dulciana to grunt in disappointmen