Chapter 10
Unfortunately, I’d only taken a single step when Gunner’s hand came down upon my shoulder. And I hated myself for the tingle of awareness that had nothing to do with the werewolf tendency to hunt fox shifters as one of his fingers slid sideways to brush up against my bare skin.
“Wait,” Gunner ordered. Or rather...requested? Because there was no electric tingle of alpha compulsion seasoning the single syllable this time. He wasn’t telling. He was asking...well, as much as an alpha could bring himself to ask.
I was too much of a teacher not to reward good behavior. So I swiveled back to face him, arching an eyebrow even as I c****d my head. “What?”
“I wanted you to know the offer’s still open.” Confusion must have painted itself across my face because Gunner elaborated. “The j
