Nash
Daphne was a werewolf.
How the hell had it taken me this long to figure it out? All the evidence had been staring me right in the face, but I’d been in heavy denial.
She lied to me. Or at least, she’d omitted the truth. I wanted to be angry about that, but I was lying to her too. She turned on me then, her blue eyes blazing.
“You could have been killed, too. I don’t care if you are a Navy SEAL, or an Army Ranger, or a Green Beret, or whatever the f.uck kind of GI Joe, a shifter will tear you apart.”
I wanted to argue that I was perfectly capable of holding my own. Hell, I’d wrestled with Josiah and his warriors on plenty of occasions. But always in human form, never against their wolf. And, to be fair, she’d come upon me when I was about to get my ass whipped the bear-shifter. “I
