Chapter 83: THIRD POV.
Before Jacob could react, she moved with that blurring speed of hers, pressing both hands onto his shoulders and leaning in close.
Her face was only inches from his. He could see the intricate patterns in her white fur and smell the faint, wild scent of a forest.
Her strength was obvious even in her light touch; her fingers felt like iron bars resting on his collarbones.
Jacob unconsciously leaned his head back, a look of mental exhaustion on his face.
He felt like he was dealing with a giant, hyperactive kitten. The "scary pirate" act she had put on earlier was starting to feel more and more like a mask she wore because she thought she had to.
"It seems that way," he said in a dejected manner. He felt like he was signing his life away to a circus, but with the lack of a navigator and no better options, he didn't have much of a choice.
"Your name?" he asked again, trying to get her back on track.
