Wyatt chuckled. “It’s fine if it hurts. Just breathe through it, and it’ll be over before you know it.”
“That’s easy for you to say, since shifting only takes you two—ahh, fuck,” I hissed out a curse as some part of me made a loud, brutal snapping noise.
Wyatt tried to comfort me through the shift, touching me and talking me through it as well as he could. I didn’t know if it helped, but I appreciated it anyway.
Eventually, my wolf had full control.
Being trapped inside her was still insanely surreal.
She snuggled up against Wyatt, enjoying his touch, until she finally shook his hands away.
He looked somewhere between worried and curious.
Given his last relationship, the worry was to be expected.
My wolf barked at him as if she was giving him an order, before she took off into the trees.
She heard his wolf crashing through the forest after her immediately, snapping branches and bushes as he ran. He was being loud on purpose. If I could put that together, she must’ve too.
It wasn’t long before he collided with her.
The wolves rolled across a patch of dirt and over a small bush or three as they playfully snapped their teeth and wrestled.
Their bites were gentle enough not to draw blood, and by the time they stopped, they were both panting as they curled up together near a trickling stream.
Our wolves stayedin the forest until the sun rose the next day, when they finally wandered back to Wyatt’s place.
Our place, I guess.
We shifted back, and Wyatt dragged my exhausted, starved, sweat-dripping body into the kitchen and sat me on a barstool.
I watched him cook eggs, my knees tucked up against my chest.
“I know I’m supposed to be hungrier, but is it normal to bethishungry? My wolf ate a whole fucking squirrel last night.” I mumbled.
“It’s normal.” Wyatt ruffled my hair as he dropped a gigantic plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. When I tried to swat his hand away, he captured mine and laced my finger through it. “Eat, Hoover.”
I reluctantly started stuffing my face with food.
I was a bottomless pit.
Bottomless.
Pit.
After the eggs, I cleaned out a whole pack of bacon, followed by half a loaf of bread in toast form.
When I’d drained a half gallon of milk too, I finally felt more human.
Err, more alive.
I leaned back in my chair with a sigh. “Thank you.”
“Any time.” Wyatt finally sat down with his own plate. He had a hearty serving of everything I’d eaten, but it was nowhere near the mass quantity I’d consumed.
“You look happy,” I remarked, watching him eat.
“Who’s not happy when they’re eating bacon?”
