Fuck.
Weylin winced as the sound of her shout did some serious damage to his supernaturally enhanced eardrums. He shook his head, waiting for her to continue with her freakout. Hell. She’d earned it.
But, to his surprise, Gwendolyn’s face went from scared to pissed. She slapped his chest, turning on a dime with her hands on her hips and began talking so fast he could hardly catch up.
“You jerk! Here, I thought you were just some he-slut, trying to get into my pants and I was working damn hard to keep you firmly friend-zoned, but really, you were just trying to keep me from learning about this supernatural secret? I am such an idiot!”
“I was forbidden to tell you by my Alpha. He gave a command! Never mind the fact the Shifter Council would have my head if I told a human we existed without claiming her. But, I mean, if it helps, I do want to get into your pants,” he mumbled, utterly confused.
“What? Hang on, we will circle back to that,” she said, blinking slowly.