I’m about to drop to my knees and tell him I’ll believe in anything he wants if he lets me touch him.Or taste him.
Holy shit.He’s hypnotized me into being a total slut for this man!
But before I can shout or question why I feel like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t touch me soon—the air around him begins to shimmer.
Seriously.
And I don’t mean sparkle.
I mean, he actuallyshimmers.
It looks like heat waves rising off blacktop in July.
His broad shoulders flex.
Bones shift beneath his skin with deep, unsettling pops.
Muscles ripple.
His long dark hair blows back though there isn't any wind inside my house.
The shimmer grows brighter.
Bigger.
And then—standing where the man had been—is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
An enormous Wolf.
And it’s not the typical gray wolf.
Not black either.
This beast has a shiny brindle coat.
His fur is streaked with deep browns, charcoal, warm gold, and black, every color blending together like someone painted him by hand.
And he's enormous.
Easily the size of a small horse.
But those eyes?Rand’s moss-green eyes are exactly the same.
The ember ring still circles them.
Only now, they're actually glowing.
Just shining beautifully from his lupine face.
I sigh and stare at the soft gold dancing behind those familiar eyes.
He lowers himself onto his belly.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Making himself as small as a creature that size possibly could.
