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bond on a
human?
    His head ached with another migraine
and his eyesight was blurry. “In here, Fanya. Give me a minute.”
Why did he keep getting these headaches?
    He slipped into the bathroom and
splashed some cold water on his face. When he looked in the mirror,
he groaned again. He could barely make out his reflection. “I need
to shift, Fanya. I have another headache and can barely
see.”
    Fanya rushed in. “You look terrible.
Shift, do it now.”
    Slava pushed off his pants and called
the change. His eyes glowed at him from the mirror turning a bright
yellow gold. His hair began to lengthen and fur burst out of his
skin and rolled down his body. Lights swirled around him, and his
bones broke. In an instant it was over. He was wolf.
    He wagged his tail and brushed up
against Fanya. She buried her hands in his fur. Glad to be free of
pain, he danced around and yipped.
    Fanya laughed at his antics. “All
right, change back. The Alpha is expecting you at the
lodge.”
    Slava licked her hand before calling
the change. As white lights started to swirl around him, Fanya
walked out of the room. His bones broke, and then he stood in front
of the mirror, a man again.
    He fetched clean clothes from the
chest of drawers and began to dress. His thoughts once more drifted
to Maggie. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was something
about her. His wolf wanted to claim her, and the man was hard
pressed to hold back. Without a mating bond though, he could never
tell her about his wolf and who he really was. Without a mating
bond their life would be nothing more than physical attraction.
Only one lycan had ever mated a human without the bond. He had been
banished from the pack.
    Slava’s stomach growled. He heard
Fanya in the kitchen and hoped she might be fixing him some food.
He hadn’t eaten much last night at the Yule celebration. You can’t
play the guitar and sing with food in your mouth. He slipped on his
boots and walked down the hall to the kitchen.
    Fanya turned from the cupboard as he
entered. “There you are. Your pantry is almost bare. You need to
get more supplies in here. If there was a storm, you would
starve.”
    “I’ll arrange for a delivery today. I
need to talk to Vikenti about the sled I ordered for Illarion. He
should have it finished soon.” Slava went to the cupboard and
pulled out two mugs. Fanya had already set a kettle on the
stove.
    “Illarion will be so excited. You
spoil him.”
    “A boy needs a sled. Since he broke
his, it is time for a new one.” He made tea for both of them and
then sat at the table.
    “You’ll be a fine father someday,
Slava.”
    “I have to find a mate first, and the
bond needs to snap into place. No bond, no children.”
    “Gossip says you and Maggie might
mate.” Fanya set a plate of cold meats and fruit on the table in
front of him before sitting down.
    “I like her, I won’t deny it. She’s
beautiful and smart and so loving to Violet’s pups. But there is no
bond. I won’t take advantage of this attraction without a mating
bond. Maggie doesn’t seem like a woman into a one night stand.” His
body responded just thinking about it, and he bit back a
groan.
    “She is pretty. I haven’t actually met
her, but I saw her at the Yule celebration.” Fanya pushed her long
blond hair back behind her ear. “Several of the other males were
scoping her out. She didn’t seem to notice. In fact her gaze never
left your face until Dmitry escorted both Violet and Maggie
home.”
    Slava had watched Maggie as well. She
looked lovely in the light of the bonfire. Her hair reflected the
flames, and when she moved her head, it appeared that fire leapt
and danced in the silky strands. Every song he sang last night, he
sang to her. She mesmerized him, until all he saw was
her.
    Fanya reached across the table, took
his hand, and gave it a squeeze. “You deserve to be happy, Slava.
Mama and Papa would want you to be. I want you to be. If you have
feelings for this girl