Oz
I was screwed. Totally and unquestionably screwed. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Not that I would if I could. Not when Laura had the most contented of looks on her slack face and the red crescent of my teeth marks on her pale skin.
No, I couldn’t bring myself to regret marking her even when I knew it was against the rules. It wasn’t frowned upon to mate with humans, shifters did that all the time, but doing it without the human knowing what we really were was most certainly against the rules.
I had broken the rules because she had no idea that I could shift into a wolf at will. And Ace was going to kill me. That’s if Laura herself didn’t reject me first, which was always a real possibility. She had no doubt read some modern fiction; she would have seen werewolves
