“Where’re you going?” he slurs.

I prop my chin up on his chest so I can meet his eyes. “Usually have to stretch after a workout like that.”

Warner’s body shakes with a chuckle. “Careful you don’t fall.”

Curious, I glance to the side and realize I was about to roll straight off the edge of the bed. Hitting the hardwood floor would’ve been a major mood dampener.

“Got it. Officially rolling in the other direction.”

This time, Warner lets me go, and I bounce onto his cushy mattress.

Immediately, I extend my arms above my head, moaning in pleasure as my muscles welcome the movement.

“Fucking hell. Keep making that noise, and I’m going to be ready to go again before you know it.”

“Promises,” I murmur, settling into a comfortable sprawl.

Warner shifts onto his side, bending an elbow and propping his head in his hand to stare down at me. He reaches a hand out to my hair, and I hear a click. When he pulls back, I spy my hair clip in his fingers, glittering gold in the sunlight from his window.

The werewolf examines my little craft as if he finds it fascinating.

“Can I see you change?” I ask.

Warner raises a brow, setting my hair clip on the nightstand. “Into my wolf?”

I nod. “That’s not offensive to ask, is it?”

As a smile stretches across his face, I get the sense I’ve done the complete opposite of offend him. He looks pleased, if slightly wary. The next second, he’s off the bed and in the middle of the room.

Every inch of his glorious, naked body on display.

“This’ll take longer than last time since it’s not the full moon and there’s no danger around. You sure you want to see?”

“Yes.” I pull a sheet over me as I sit up, ready to watch magic in action.

“All right. Prepare to be amazed.” Warner closes his eyes and stands completely still.

Almost a full minute passes without anything happening. Long enough that doubt shadows my excitement. Even after talking to my mother, I realize I’m not completely convinced I didn’t imagine the whole incident. That my mind hasn’t found another way to betray me.

Then, the space around Warner darkens, as if a black fog has risen in the air. The darkness clings to his skin, obscuring him, until I can’t resist the urge to rub my eyes, trying to dispel the blur.

The distorted mass shifts, lowers, then dissipates.

And I’m alone in an apartment with a wolf.

A very large wolf.

“HOLY SHIT!” I push to my knees, leaning forward, then almost immediately flinch back, my ass hitting the mattress.

Silly me forgot to ask Warner just how wolfish he gets in this form.

Does his mind disappear? If I was in danger, he would’ve told me, right?