Clark POV:
Scratch anytime I ever said Reed was safe. Gods, no—this wolf was the literal embodiment of danger. And I'm not saying that lightly.If Blaze was terrifying in his cold, quiet, predator way, then Reed was chaos set on fire, wrapped in a smirk, and driving a red sports car. His kind of danger was unpredictable, wild, the type that made you want to puke because you couldn't tell if he was going to kill you, kiss you, or laugh in your face while watching you drown.
