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SEVENTEEN
Ford followedme to the bathroom, and leaned up against the cabinets while I turned the water on. I felt my wolf rise up when he was out of my sight, and frowned as I stepped back to look at him.
He was staring at the wall of the shower with a strange expression on his face.
“Are you okay?” I checked.
“Hmm?” His head jerked toward me, and his lips curved upward. “I’m fine. Just had an idea, that’s all.” He tugged his phone out of his pocket, and I watched his thumbs fly over the keyboard while he stared down at the screen.
A book idea?
I didn’t want to interrupt him with the question, so I slid into the shower again and started to strip.
A cupboard door opened—Ford was grabbing something—and I froze as my wolf surged forward again, much harder than she had last time.
My knees gave out, and I crashed to the floor, my back cracking as she took over.
Ford was in the shower in a heartbeat, his hands smoothing over my face and hair after he lifted me carefully into his arms.
Tears dripped down my face as I remained draped over his lap, paralyzed by pain.
My body was consumed by fiery agony as it changed, Ford cradling me until all sensations faded and I stared through the eyes of my wolf.
“You did so good, Pretty Girl,” Ford murmured, his hand stroking my wolf’s head. I knew the words were directed to me, not the wolf. “And my wolf’s fighting me hard for control right now; he can’t wait to run with you.” Those words were for my wolf, obviously.
She licked Ford’s hand, nuzzling his neck before she turned and trotted down the stairs. I heard his quiet chuckle before the shower turned off, and then his footsteps were on the stairs.
My wolf sat down in front of the back door, her tail thumping against the floor while she waited for her mate. His fingers scratched her head lightly as he tugged the door open, letting her out.
She bounded out into the forest, not waiting for him to shift or anything.
Curiosity took hold in me while she ran, weaving through trees and jumping over logs. The few inches of snow on the ground didn’t seem to bother her at all.
I had no idea what she was doing, but when she rolled in the snow, it occurred to me that wolves had really good senses of smell.
Was she rolling to try to erase her smell, or fade it a bit?
Was she testing Ford’s wolf?
Or did she not want him to find her?
I was pretty sure she did want to be found; she hadn’t hesitated to rub up against him in the house.
The running had to be some part of her mating game. And since her part of the mating process was called The Chase, it didn’t seem like a stretch to imagine that she wanted him to actually physically chase her.
Though, I wasn’t sure how he would do that if she could really wipe her smell out with the snow.
She continued sprinting further into the forest, her movement energetic. I couldn’t feel her emotions or anything, but the way she ran told me she was excited. And that made me feel connected to her, in a way. The fact that Ford and his wolf made her excited, or happy… well, he made me feel that way too. The man, at least. I had started coming around to the wolf while we were snuggling at night over the last few days, too.
As she kept running, she rolled in more snow, rubbed up against some kind of smelly bush, and plowed through a few different dangling branches that scratched us both. Interestingly enough, the only real sensation I got from her was pain. Everything else felt dull, like I could almost feel it but not completely.
I seriously doubted that Ford’s wolf would ever catch her. We hadn’t seen a damn sign of him.
After she’d been running for a while, she caught a whiff of a delicious smell, though, and I instantly recognized it as Ford’s.
Damn, he smelled good.
She ran harder, her heart pounding like a freight train as she sprinted faster.
