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“So we are like werewolves in the movies?”
My bones started morphing. “There are myths our ancestors carry on their shoulders. Myths of the full moon birthing us. Myths of the full moon watching over us, keeping us safe when we’re most vulnerable. It’s one of the greatest mysteries of the wolf shifters, our relationship with the full moon. We have no clue where it comes from, and yet we can’t deny the hold it has over us. How strong it makes us. How fulfilling it feels to be graced with its light.”
I heard the tears in her voice. “That sounds so—so amazing.”
I struggled to shift, and I grew angry with myself. Too much anger, and my wolf didn’t like to come out. What a fucking crock of shit for someone who’s anger powered them, if anyone asked me about it.
“Tell me about the meadow, Raven,” I said as I started panting for air, “tell me what’s around you.”
She sniffled. “There’s uh… lots of flowers. Blue, and yellow, and orange. The trees have—"
I skidded to a stop. “Green bark?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
I pivoted one last time and ran as quickly as I could. “I know what field you’re in. Stay there, I’m on my way.”
I sprinted for damn near two miles with sweat dripping down my body. My lungs screamed for relief, but I refused to stop until I had her in my sights. If she hadn’t made it home, that meant that at some point in time her wolf had gained control, drawing her to the only sacred ground we had around us. That meadow drew all of us to it. Our dead had their ashes scattered there. Ancestors, and children that were born asleep. Brothers, and sisters; cousins, and spouses. Their foundation—their ashes—fueled the rich ground we once gardened upon. At one point in time, that meadow had been a vast farming ground for us. In our particular pack, we got to choose how we were honored after death. Some of us wanted to be buried with a ceremony, like old times. But, some of us wanted to return back to the world that had given birth to us. To return from where we came.
That meadow alone had fed our camp for decades.
Until we had everything ripped away from us.
“Come on, run faster,” I grunted.
As I emerged from the woods, I found her crouched in the middle of the field. Her legs pulled to her chest. Her eyes swollen and red. Her hair mangled and matted. I didn’t even have to ask her what happened to know that her wolf had run away with her again.
Her sight broke my heart.
“Raven, look up.”
Her head darted up. “Levi.”
The brokenness of her voice spurned me on until I dropped down in front of her. I knew all about losing control. I knew how scary it was, to see your body and feel your body but not understand how to tell it what to do. I reached out for her, and she instantly scooted backward, as if my touch were fire to her skin.
“Raven, it’s okay. I’m here to help,” I said softly.
She shook her head. “You—you can’t help.”
Her voice damn growled at me, and the hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end. She was in her human form, but it was her wolf that I was talking to. “Yes, I can help.”
“No!” she barked.
My face set itself in stone. “You don’t get to control her, you hear me?”
Raven tilted her head. “I’M HUNGRY.”
“Tough tits,” I said flatly.
Raven lunged at me in that moment as she gnashed her sharp teeth at me. I jolted upright, dodging her outstretched arm as I quickly wrapped around her. I slid one arm over her shoulder while the other gripped her waist. I held her close to me, my chest flush against her back as she kicked her legs into the air.
“LET ME GO!” the wolf side of her bellowed.
I’d never heard a wolf form talk at me while a shifter was in human form, and it startled me. “Let her go, and I’ll let you go.”
“NEVER!”
I slammed Raven down into the grass and pinned her beneath me. With her legs spread and her wrists pinned above her head, the fear in her eyes was evident. I had to reach her. I had to talk to her. I had to get through the defenses of her possessive wolf long enough to talk some fucking sense into her.
