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allowing myself to enjoy the run. In the eight years since my change, I never gained any form of pleasure from this part of me—until now. I felt elated. This was a pleasure that I never would have associated with being in wolf form.
I panted happily as we rushed through the woods, feeling the joy and freedom of giving in to my other half. It was definitely a new feeling for me.
After about two hours in the woods, we headed back toward the house. They began to change back to human form as they walked. How the hell did they do that? Walk and change with the same ease one would change a shirt. I was still in wolf form when we got to the house. Sebastian walked past me, so did Ethan and then everyone else. No one seemed to notice or care that I was still in animal form.
Plopping down on the ground, I closed my eyes. Concentrate. I did everything I could to make myself relax. As odd as it seemed, I couldn’t be more relaxed than I was at that moment. I was easing myself into sleep when I heard footsteps approaching. Ethan shook his head as he stood in front of me—naked. In wolf form, I didn’t feel the immediate need to turn away. He growled something inaudible and touched the top of my head. Enveloped in warmth, pricks of electricity shot through me. My body started to revert to human form. It was the slow motion version of the others but I was changing. He turned and went into the house.
I dashed around the house and dressed as I attempted to ward off my concerns. Ethan, and undoubtedly Sebastian, could force my change to human and wolf form. They had a significant amount of control over my wolf half, over me. How much was it? When in wolf form, could they command me to sit and I would be forced to respond? Could they override my volition and make me change when I didn’t want to? How do I resist that primordial power? I didn’t want them to have that level control over me whether in human or wolf form.
Engrossed by new worries over Sebastian and Ethan’s recently discovered power, I nearly missed the trail of blood leading into the house. Winter leaned against the kitchen island, speaking softly with the two of them. I couldn’t make out the low murmurs, which I assumed was an erudite tactic from living among were-animals with enhanced hearing. When I was about a yard from where they stood, she did that weird eye thing and frowned. She regarded me for a long time before she turned and walked away. Ethan and Sebastian followed.
“There’s been an incident.” Joan stated from behind.
Her voice was tight and hard. I turned to face her. “Someone attacked Winter?” I asked.
“There were several vamps on the property. They are getting quite bold,” she continued through clenched teeth. This was the first time her animal half was exposed. Her eyes went predatory, changing to chestnut with a hint of a yellow feline ring. There was a snarl on her face. She looked ferocious—carnal and more threatening than I could imagine. It was easy to forget what she was. Her soft demeanor and nurturing persona made her seem so human—all human. But now, she was noticeably irritated and her stance, mannerisms and even energy screamed predator—killer. I took a step back. I didn’t fear her, but the instinct of self-preservation made me distance myself from the agitated animal.
“I thought vampires could only enter your home if they are invited.”
“They can come onto anyone’s property at will. This is the first time they’ve approached ours. Desperation has made them either bold or foolish,” she growled out. Seeing her so angry and feral was uncomfortable. Responding to my uneasiness, she softened her tone. Within seconds, she was composed and adorned with her warm smile and kind eyes. She smiled in that disarming manner that entreated you to trust her, welcome her and forget what she really was. But this time it didn’t work.
“They are three vamps down now. I doubt they will be so bold again.” I
I panted happily as we rushed through the woods, feeling the joy and freedom of giving in to my other half. It was definitely a new feeling for me.
After about two hours in the woods, we headed back toward the house. They began to change back to human form as they walked. How the hell did they do that? Walk and change with the same ease one would change a shirt. I was still in wolf form when we got to the house. Sebastian walked past me, so did Ethan and then everyone else. No one seemed to notice or care that I was still in animal form.
Plopping down on the ground, I closed my eyes. Concentrate. I did everything I could to make myself relax. As odd as it seemed, I couldn’t be more relaxed than I was at that moment. I was easing myself into sleep when I heard footsteps approaching. Ethan shook his head as he stood in front of me—naked. In wolf form, I didn’t feel the immediate need to turn away. He growled something inaudible and touched the top of my head. Enveloped in warmth, pricks of electricity shot through me. My body started to revert to human form. It was the slow motion version of the others but I was changing. He turned and went into the house.
I dashed around the house and dressed as I attempted to ward off my concerns. Ethan, and undoubtedly Sebastian, could force my change to human and wolf form. They had a significant amount of control over my wolf half, over me. How much was it? When in wolf form, could they command me to sit and I would be forced to respond? Could they override my volition and make me change when I didn’t want to? How do I resist that primordial power? I didn’t want them to have that level control over me whether in human or wolf form.
Engrossed by new worries over Sebastian and Ethan’s recently discovered power, I nearly missed the trail of blood leading into the house. Winter leaned against the kitchen island, speaking softly with the two of them. I couldn’t make out the low murmurs, which I assumed was an erudite tactic from living among were-animals with enhanced hearing. When I was about a yard from where they stood, she did that weird eye thing and frowned. She regarded me for a long time before she turned and walked away. Ethan and Sebastian followed.
“There’s been an incident.” Joan stated from behind.
Her voice was tight and hard. I turned to face her. “Someone attacked Winter?” I asked.
“There were several vamps on the property. They are getting quite bold,” she continued through clenched teeth. This was the first time her animal half was exposed. Her eyes went predatory, changing to chestnut with a hint of a yellow feline ring. There was a snarl on her face. She looked ferocious—carnal and more threatening than I could imagine. It was easy to forget what she was. Her soft demeanor and nurturing persona made her seem so human—all human. But now, she was noticeably irritated and her stance, mannerisms and even energy screamed predator—killer. I took a step back. I didn’t fear her, but the instinct of self-preservation made me distance myself from the agitated animal.
“I thought vampires could only enter your home if they are invited.”
“They can come onto anyone’s property at will. This is the first time they’ve approached ours. Desperation has made them either bold or foolish,” she growled out. Seeing her so angry and feral was uncomfortable. Responding to my uneasiness, she softened her tone. Within seconds, she was composed and adorned with her warm smile and kind eyes. She smiled in that disarming manner that entreated you to trust her, welcome her and forget what she really was. But this time it didn’t work.
“They are three vamps down now. I doubt they will be so bold again.” I
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