ROSALINE'S POV

My body morphed back, skin stinging from the shift. My clothes hung in tatters, but I cared less.

Gabriel, on the other hand,, stood there, staring with an infuriating grin.

"That same scent..." he said dramatically, inhaling like an idiot. That same lithe, bossy little frame—but today...I swear, you look stunningly sexier, even in your tattered clothes.

I hissed between my teeth. "Why did you follow me into the woods?"

He shrugged. "Saw a rogue wolf tearing through Crescent Pack lands. Wanted to make sure it wasn't some rogue."

"You wish, don't you? I questioned curtly. Why weren't you at the meeting?"

He cocked his head, his infuriating...