Chapter 12

Shifters existed. Dire Wolf Shifters, to be exact. Weylin Scott, the sexy, hot man who’d kissed her twice now, was one of them.

Holy. Crap.

She sat in his SUV outside the shitty motel she’d been living in, and she knew she should get out, leave him in peace. But she couldn’t. Her body just wouldn’t listen, and her mind had so many more questions.

“I, uh, that is, you probably have to go,” she mumbled.

“I don’t have to do anything, Gwendolyn. What’s on your mind?” he whispered, careful to keep himself small, she realized.

Oh, he was good. Aware of her emotions, it seemed, and tender with his actions. Weylin Scott was a mystery to her before she knew his big secret, and now, well, now he was a total enigma.

Why would a big, powerful man like that be interested in a curvy little nobody like her? Only one way to find out. Turning herself to face him, Gwendolyn straightened her shoulders, drawing in a deep breath.

“Why me?”

“Why you what?” he asked, green eyes wide.