Sally's POV
The heat building between my legs suddenly explodes, shooting flames up through my body until my face burns red. A sharp breath escapes me. Deep growls echo around the room, and when I look up, four pairs of eyes are locked onto me with laser focus. Their gazes are predatory, like wild animals sizing up their next meal.
These aren't the gentle eyes of my four men anymore. These are their wolves looking back at me, dark and deadly, their pupils dilated with hunger.
Oh hell.
That bold confidence I had just seconds ago? It just grabbed its coat and ran for the door, leaving me here with my big mouth and four very turned on werewolves.
Four of them? What was I thinking?
Handling one wolf is already intense. Two is complete madness.
But four? That's not bravery, that's a death wish. I'm about to become their personal chew toy. The realization hits me like ice water, instantly cooling the fire that was spreading through me.
