““But, Jonah, don’t freak out now, but….” A deep breath, and then Zev finished speaking in a rush, “You are a shifter.” BOTH men were quiet for a long time. Zev was allowing his words to sink in, letting Jonah absorb intellectually what Zev was certain the man’s body already knew innately—that he was not only a man, but also a wolf. “I’m a shifter?” Zev nodded. “And you think this… why?” “I know this because you shifted last night. When we were together, you shifted and you were beautiful. Damn, Blondie, your wolf is just as gorgeous as your man.” “I shifted?” “Yes.” “Into a wolf?” “Yes.” “Last night?” “Yes.” “I shifted into a wolf last night?” “Yes, Jonah. When you add up all three clauses they make a very pretty sentence, and the meaning stays the same.””
