Cinder
Althea needs me - there is no pause, no hesitation. I launch straight into the other wolf, tackling him away from my fairy godmother. To my relief, Althea seems unscathed; she scrambles behind me as I lock eyes with the brown wolf. It's rapidly shifting into a very naked man.
“What the hell?!” He growls at me. “How dare you, a lowly little Omega, tackle an Alpha? You could have dirtied my fur, or worse, made me bite my tongue!”
As I shape-shift back into a human, Althea rolls her eyes down by my feet. “Great, a pompous bastard...”
“What was that?” The man snaps. “Did you just call me a pompous bastard?!”
I look back at the man. His eyes are narrowed on mine, and I realize that he thinks it was me who spoke, not the tiny fairy by my paws. Not good. If this other werewolf really
