“I want you to strip,” Rygan says to Elise. She looked at him like he’d grown another pair of monster heads, her thoughts too frozen to form a sentence as her eyes blinked rapidly.
“You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I am,” he replied. “This is how I train, and we will be spending hours, if not days, until your shift is successful, and I know you can do it, little wolf,” he said to her.
She watched as he took off his underwear. She forced herself to look at anything other than his bare and hung member. “Moons have mercy on me; I'm not strong for this,” Elise muttered to herself. She forced herself to focus back on his torso.
Elise contemplated how many seconds it would take for him to catch her if she tried running away from him and giving up on shifting, but as annoying as Rygan was, he was on
