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claws jutting out from my fingertips. “You have to calm down. Take a deep breath.”
    Anxiety was always a problem for me. Inhale and exhale slowly, Jaime, this is just a dream.
    But I couldn’t calm down. I was shaking and I couldn’t stop. My body was on fire.
    “Easy, easy,” Warren cooed. “Let’s get you back to bed...”
    “No, no... I need to cool off. Take me to the shower.” I needed water on my skin.
    We made our way to the bathroom with Warren’s strong arms lifting me with every step. Him hoisting me up was the only way I could stay standing. The brief adrenaline rush I’d had was now gone.
    Warren turned the water on cold. Undressing was easy since I was completely naked under the robe.
    “Let me sit down in the tub. Can you get me some water?”
    He helped me in, and in a flash, he was gone.
    I didn’t wince when the cold water hit my skin. The faucet was all the way down in the blue, yet I felt as if the water was warm.
    As Warren returned with the glass of water, I took a huge gulp, drinking the entire glass.
    “Dehydration is one of the beginning signs of turning. You have to keep yourself hydrated.” He patted my scratched arm with a washcloth.
    “I wish I could just take you to the lake and heal you before you completely turn.”
    The water ran over my body as I cooled down. Now I was intensely hungry, amongst other things.
    “God, I’m starving.” I got up, turning off the water. Warren looked afraid to let me go, apprehensive that maybe I might fall or start tearing up my skin again.
    “I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m going to get dressed, and maybe we can figure this out.”
    “Okay. Let me finish cooking. It’s almost dinner now, so I know you're starved.”
    I hadn’t slept this late in the day in years. I must have surely been sick. But before Warren left the bathroom, I had to ask him one thing.
    “Warren, is it normal for me to feel intensely horny?” Maybe I was going crazy instead of turning into a wolf.
    “Dehydration, hunger, and yes, sex cravings, are common for us. Especially during mating season.” He licked at his lips seductively, teasing me before disappearing for the kitchen.
    All the harm seemed to have been done; I didn’t think that if I had sex with him again it would make me change into a werewolf faster. Even if it did, I wanted Warren. Wolf or not, my pussy wanted some cock.

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    I ate in bed—beef stew with some fresh baked bread—as I snuggled under the covers. Warren sat in a chair eating as well, with no sound between us except the beating of rain outside.
    It was dark now, and it had rained off and on since I had been up.
    I ate, but I wanted to talk more about this problem and what this meant for me. Would I stay here and have some sort of fight with Katina, or leave Hillston and go somewhere else?
    I had only been here a few days, but I felt so connected to the town now, as if this was all meant to be. Scraping the bottom of the bowl, I felt as if I hadn’t eaten anything at all. For a wolf, he was a damn good cook.
    In the living room played some music that was supposed to calm me. Today just seemed like a waste. I had planned on unpacking the house, cooking a nice dinner, and doing some writing. Instead, I ended up sleeping most of the day, arguing, and then recuperating from this new transformation my body was destined to take.
    Warren stood up, looking out the window as if he had heard something. I wondered what was on his mind. How did he handle living like this? If he told me that leaving was the best choice I should probably go, but being without him seemed crazy at this point. Only a few days, and I had grown fond of this man.
    “What are you thinking about?” I asked him. He seemed to be on full alert, looking out the window and sucking his soup from the side of the bowl.
    He didn’t answer right away. Peering out the window, he seemed to be fixated on something.
    “I’m wondering how do I protect you and keep you here,