Page 22 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Absolutely not.

My beast growls deep and low.

Mate.

No fucking way.

Mate.

But I hold him back. Because no. We're not doing this.

I am not doing this.

Mate.

I sigh.

Great.

Just great.

Thirty-five years without so much as a hint from the Fates, and now?

Now some human wanders into my woods like she owns the place, completely oblivious to the havoc she is wreaking on me—and what? I’m just supposed to go belly up?

My Bear is about to claw me a new asshole when another scent cuts through the air.

Hunger.

Disease.

My head snaps toward the ridge.

It’s a fox. A wild one, not a Shifter.

But it’s wrong.

Something's very wrong with it.

My Bear stills.

The animal staggers from the brush. Foam hangs from its jaws.

Its eyes are cloudy. Its movements are jerky.

Rabies?

Maybe.

Shit.

The woman still hasn't noticed.

The fox lowers its head.

Stalking.

Come on, Honey. Now would be an excellent time to pay attention.