Page 11 of Touched By Moonlight
Nicolas looked equally surprised by my reaction, or maybe it was hisown.
“Okay, I really have to get back to work,” I toldthem.
Stephan laced his fingers around my wrist. His grip was gentle, but firm, his merry eyes now dead serious. “It’s not a good night out there, Sienna.” he said quietly. “If you can leave early, doit.”
He released my wrist and his eyes glowed amber, signaling the rise of his wolf. A low growl rumbled from his chest. His claws emerged and he growled, gouging the table as he scraped them over thesurface.
I’d never seen Stephan’s wolf rise and it alarmed me. I drewback.
“You will stay with us. We can protect you,” Stephandemanded.
“Easy buddy,” Nicolas murmured, squeezing his shoulder again. “Nothere.”
Claws withdrawing, Stephan relaxed. Damn. I’d almost forgotten how lethal a werewolf he could be. I hastened to reassurehim.
“I’m fine, Stephan. Besides, I need the money. Rent’s due nextweek.”
“Stephan is right. There’s something coming. Don’t leave the bar alone.” Nicolas leaned forward, amber flashing in his eyes now. “Better yet, leave with Grayson. He’ll take you back to ourplace.”
“Don’t go out there, Sienna,” Stephan said, his eyes still amber, his expression troubled. “Not alone.Promise.”
“Okay.” I held up my hands. “Ipromise.”
As I headed to the bar, I sensed them watching me, in the way wolves do. Not to take down prey, but watching my back. It felt both reassuring andstressful.
Why did they feel the urge to protect me? And what could be out there that unnerved powerful wolfshifters?
