“But you’re a shifter, aren’t you?”

I pause at his question, and the hand clenching the coins lowers to my lap. “Yes and no. I don’t have a wolf.”

He stiffens, and I immediately get to my feet. “If that’s a problem for you, I understand. I can find my way there—”

His arm shoots out, and his hand wraps around my wrist again, his eyes flashing strangely. “Did I say it was a problem?”

My lips press together into a thin line. “I just meant…I mean, I know shifters don’t like latent shifters, and I—”

“I don’t have a problem with what you are. You saved my life. I...