CHAPTER 39

  Riley

  This isn't good.

  I can tell that William is freaking out. He isn't moving, barely even breathing as he stares at me. I'm frightened too. He is insanely big, and every slight little movement makes the ground tremble.

  My heart is racing as I try to balance. "William..." I meet his eyes and resist the urge to run away from him. "Don't move... Please? You're making it harder for me to stand straight..."

  William immediately freezes. Guilt pierces his features, and every muscle in his body turns tense.

  I realize he is trying to be calm for my sake, as if not to hurt me, and that counts for something. Why am I even so scared of him?

  I need to get a grip!

  William is my mate; he looks exactly the same with his kind eyes and chiseled features.

  Beautiful.

  Ridiculously gorgeous.

  But huge. Saying William is immense is the worst understatement of the freaking year. Alpha werewolves don't even come close to this size in their shape-shifted forms.