He woke in a feminine room. A frilly comforter covered him and a pink canopy hung over the bed, along with a noticeable feminine cat scent. Pushing back the cover, he stood quickly. Not caring about his nakedness, he walked to the door. He needed answers, and his growling stomach needed food.
Opening the bedroom door, he tripped over a feline on the floor in the hallway. His wolf almost burst through his skin with the need to kill the cat scrambling from beneath him. Before she could slip and fall due to three legs, she changed into a young woman missing her left arm.
Fuck. Even he couldn't kill a one-armed woman who was little more than a child.
"You must be hungry." She sounded exasperated.
"Are you my guard?"
"If I was, I think you've healed enough to eat me. Hmm, I like the though
