Jasmin's POV
"Why don't you shift into your wolf?"
The question hit me like ice water. My entire body went rigid. How could he possibly know I had never shifted? Had he been watching me this whole time? First my hidden scent, now this. The realization that Max had been studying me sent panic racing through my veins, but I forced my expression into cold defiance.
"I don't need to shift to destroy you," I snapped, yanking my wrist from his grip and backing away.
His dark eyes narrowed, cutting through my bravado like a blade through silk. Blood still streaked his skin, the metallic scent mixing with earth and death that clung to him like a warning.
"You certain about that, little wolf?" His voice was velvet wrapped around steel, danger disguised as dark amusement.
I let out a harsh laugh, fighting the shiver that threatened to betray me. "More than capable of winning without it." I couldn't let him see through me.
