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instinct,
Christoffer pressed his nose to William’s crotch and sniffed. Here his scent
was stronger and there was a hint of sex. Had he fucked recently or had he just
jacked off?
    William pushed Christoffer’s nose away. The lord was growing
bolder with his touches. Those first few days he’d been hesitant, and with good
reason. As a wolf, Christoffer’s shoulders came up to William’s waist. He was
far bigger than a wolf in the wild would be. Like modern humans compared to
ancient counterparts, generations of good nutrition and health care had allowed
the wolves of Christoffer’s pack to grow larger.
    William presented his hand to Christoffer, who licked it.
    “Christoffer,” William said on a sigh.
    Christoffer laughed, which came out as a huffing noise. He
opened his mouth and took William’s wrist between his teeth. He held it there
for a moment, not hurting him.
    William withdrew his wrist. “Good.”
    Christoffer dropped his head and puffed out a breath, the
wolf equivalent of an eye roll. William’s plan for training, a rather stupid
plan in Christoffer’s opinion, involved moves most often seen with lion tamers.
If William tried to put his head in Christoffer’s mouth, Christoffer was going
to say something. Something like “This is stupid”.
    For now he was happy to play along. These sessions were his
only entertainment. The rest of the time they were left locked up in their
cages. Christoffer had been moved into the second small cage next to Mirela so
he could access the bathroom. William had provided stacks of newspapers, magazines
and books, but Christoffer had never been much of a reader. His favorite times
were when William would stay and talk, though he wasn’t an easy
conversationalist, at least not when Mirela was awake.
    When she slept William would sit down, his back to the wall,
and relax. Once he stopped being the Lord of Eahrington and started being
William the conversation flowed. Each night William stopped by to tell
Christoffer the cricket scores and repeat the highlights. More than once
Christoffer had to bite back a comment on how nice it would be to see the games
for himself. Why he was being punished for Mirela’s crime he didn’t know, and
he wasn’t going to ask.
    Any mention of freedom would surely break the trust they’d
found.
    “Change back,” William intoned.
    When Christoffer was again human he rose from his crouch,
brushing his hands together.
    William regarded him calmly, his gaze pointedly above the
waist. “You think this is useless, don’t you?”
    The question caught Christoffer by surprise. “What, the
training?”
    “Yes.”
    Christoffer wanted to lie but couldn’t. “Yeah, I do.”
    William nodded. “Why?”
    “Because these are stupid tricks. If you really want to
trust me, and know if I trust you, I need to run. Send me into the forest and
see if I come to your whistle. Let me show you respect by hunting a stag for
you. Those are wolf things. This,” he gestured at the pen, “this is for
training circus animals. Where did you get these ideas?”
    Christoffer thought he could see the faintest blush on
William’s left cheek and almost groaned aloud. He had been using a lion-taming
book or something.
    “You’re right,” William said, “and it was always my plan to
do those things. I just had to familiarize myself with you first.”
    “Of course, my lord.” Christoffer bowed.
    “Sod off,” William said sourly. He pulled a covered plate
from a bag near the door and gave it to Christoffer, along with cutlery wrapped
in a napkin. Christoffer sighed. Figures that William would give the caged
animals plastic silverware wrapped in monogrammed linen napkins.
    William took the other plate to Mirela, tipping it to get it
through the bars.
    She took it, head bowed.
    “What about me, my lord?” she asked, and her voice startled
them both. She hadn’t said anything beyond a few thank yous this past week.
    “To what are you referring?” William