I wondered if maybe his wolf was doing it more than him. That would make me feel a little better about how my animal was now trying to firmly attach herself to his much larger form.
A perimeter sweep sounds great,I thought back at him, even though it wasn’t needed at all. But it would at least give my wolf something productive to do.
Except she had other intentions.
Because she’d just flopped down to expose her tummy to the big Alpha male.
Could you be any more embarrassing?I demanded of her.
She yipped in response.
No. She yipped atLorcan.
But it confirmed that, yes, she could indeed be more embarrassing.
Gods,I groaned as she wagged her tail.
Lorcan made a noise that sounded a lot like a chuckle in his mind. But it was kind of rusty in nature. So maybe it was supposed to be a snort? Or his version of a groan?
Meanwhile, his wolf purred even more and leaned down to nip at my wolf’s throat.
A gesture of dominance, one I should be fighting. Yet my animal positively preened, innately trusting his beast not to hurt her.
This is pathetic,I muttered at her.You’re so much better than this.
Lorcan licked my wolf’s snout and straightened.Let’s run, little killer.
He started off at a trot, making me narrow my gaze inside as my wolf readily followed him.
Maybe he was more in charge of his animal than I’d realized.
To answer your earlier question, I’m doing these perimeter checks because something doesn’t feel right to my wolf, and I have yet to figure out what’s irking him,Lorcan said as he led us toward the shore.So I’ve started checking at different times to see if I can determine the cause of the disturbance.
My wolf caught up to his side and bumped him playfully. He bumped her right back, causing my animal to trill happily.
I just can’t with you,I thought at her.
She replied with a pleading little yip and picked up the pace, wanting to really run.
Lorcan joined her easily, his powerful legs marking him as stronger. But I suspected I might be able to beat him in a sprint. I was fast. Smaller, too. Which meant I had less mass to carry, thus making me quicker.
However, my wolf didn’t crave a race. She just wanted to run, not trot.
I considered his words as we reached the icy shore, my mind searching his for whatdisturbancehe sensed. But he couldn’t seem to define it. Just an instinct that something wasn’t quite right.
Maybe it’s the foreign magic?I suggested.
Perhaps,he replied.But I can feel my cousin’s energy joining Quinnlynn’s. And yet, something is nagging at my wolf. Some sort of intrusion I can’t seem to define.
Frustration echoed within his mind, his annoyance palpable. He couldn’t determine the cause, and it was irritating the hell out of him.
I tried to sense whatever he was picking up on as we trailed the perimeter, my wolf finally focusing on a relevant task rather than the Alpha by her side. But nothing felt off to me as we moved.
Well, nothing except that it felt different to be running along the ice with someone else in wolf form. I usually used these outings to spend some quality time alone with my wolf. But she seemed rather content with this change.
A littletoocontent, actually.
Fortunately, he would be leaving soon.Quinn’s heat should break in a little over a week,I told him.Assuming it functions like a normal cycle, anyway.
