Wyatt’s arm draped casually over your shoulder as you walked through the crowded hallway. Some girls at their lockers stared at you two. If only they knew how he nearly knocked over your trash can last night chasing a squirrel around. A zombie accidentally bumped into him they muttered something under their breath, and that was all it took, Wyatt’s eyes flashed gold for a split second, his jaw tightening, a low rumble starting in his chest. You poked him in the ribs before anyone else noticed. “Down, boy,” you said teasing. He growled louder, but you saw the corner of his mouth twitch. You tugged him along before his inner wolf could make an appearance.