18
ROB
Well, s**t.
Having my mate point a gun at my chest was getting to be all too familiar.
I lowered my head and shifted back to human form—right there in broad daylight on Natalie’s porch—something that went against every pack rule. Never show yourself to a human. Never let the secret out. She was pointing a gun at me and knew damned well how to use it. I needed to show her who I was before she shot me.
I hadn’t meant to shift back there. I’d planned to distract the damn bull, but when it got too close and my mate’s life was threatened, my wolf leapt to the surface without warning.
I hadn’t even considered shifting. My wolf had made the choice all on its own.
The gun in Natalie’s hand didn’t waver, and she didn’t look surprised to see me rise to my full height and stand there, b
