Ronan stared hard at the blue-eyed wolf. Little fucker, thought he could sneak in here and…what? It wasn’t like the punk could get back out again. Was he an assassin? It wouldn’t be the first time some asshole alpha sent lackeys in here to kill a Junkyard shifter.
The intruder had been beaten, and he knew it as well. The wolf turned its head, showing Ronan its throat. Yielding.
The scent of poppies filled his nose. Ronan inhaled, wanting more of it, and wondering where it came from. Ronan’s nose followed the scent toward the wolf’s neck.
Wait. This wolf smelled like poppies? It was distinctly feminine.
He scrambled off of him…her.
Shit. He’d tackled a woman.
A number of his Junkyard pridemates had assembled nearby, so Ronan would be safe shifting, even though the wolf was still in her animal form. If he shifted to human, maybe she would, too. His fur disappeared and his muscles and bones reformed. The shimmering light of expended energy dissipated until Ronan stood before the wolf, naked and unashamed.
She’d gotten to her feet, but she hadn’t transformed yet.
“Shift to human,” Ronan said.
She shook her head. She didn’t have the right to disobey, though.
“You lost,” Ronan said. “You yielded. Shift to human or I’ll pin you down again.”
Hatred and distrust in her beautiful blue eyes, she took a deep breath. A pale light enveloped her for a long moment. One minute stretched past, then another. Ronan winced. Her shift wasn’t easy. Had she been in her wolf form for too long? It happened sometimes.
“Dude, is he okay?” one of the other guys called from behind him.
“I don’t know,” Ronan said, folding his arms across his chest. He didn’t bother correct the guy that the wolf in question wasn’t a he. They’d figure it out in a minute.
It seemed to take forever. Ronan had felt that, been there before. Too long in one form, and the shift hurt like hell.
Finally, the light around the wolf shifter faded, and a short, skinny woman stood in front of them, lank blond hair falling around her face. She didn’t hide herself, and her gaze was hard on Ronan’s.
“Whoa, that’s a woman,” Weston said, stating the absolute most fucking obvious thing.