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I kept wondering how the kids would react if their teacher suddenly erupted into a mess of muscle, fur, and teeth.
It’s been decades since I changed against my will, back when I was a youth and didn’t know how to control this gift, or some would say this curse.
I’ve been teaching some of those kids for years.
I imagine fourteen-year-old Simon seeing his coach change into his wolf form without knowing that is even possible.
Now, I bound across the rooftops, too caught up in her scent, in hersightto stop. Everything is sharper in my wolf form.
As she stood at the window, gazing up, a chorus of howls ricocheted through my mind, getting louder and more compulsive.
They were all telling me she’s mine.
She belongs to me. This human and her youthful scent, shoulder-length brown hair, and curvy, meaty, tasty body all wrapped in her PJs...it’s allmine.
With my sharp eyes, I could study the moisture in her hair. Her face was pale, flushed in places like she was burning up from the inside.
Another howl almost escapes me as I leap across another roof, knowing this is wrong, knowing I have to change back.
But there’s so much feral need bursting through me.
I never knew a person – shifter or not – could feel like this.
I tried to fight her scent all day.
But the urge was overwhelming when I got back to my apartment. My whole body was shaking. It was like a volcano inside of me, ready to erupt, burst, and tear me to pieces.
I didn’t let myself think as I rushed back to my car. The sun had already set, speeding through the city as her scent became stronger and stronger.
Even without my wolf form, her smell was inviting, tangy, and sweet, a flourishing combination of scents that had my cock rock-hard as it pushed against my pants.
My human scenting powers are usually a plus. Even without my wolf’s nose, I can smell gunmetal.
I can smell bullets.
I can smell fear, pheromones, and all the things needed to keep me safe.
But as I raced through the city, it worked against me. I was fighting it well enough until I reached her neighborhood, then all the sensations became too loud.
It’s like her scent was becoming me, moving to every single part of my human body until I didn’t have a choice.
The moonlight wasn’t helping, but only an untrained pup lets it dictate his actions. I can typically resist it, resisteverything, except for my woman.
My prize. My human.
As crazy as those thoughts may be, I couldn’t stop.
Screeching my car to a stop, I rushed to a nearby alleyway, already bursting and roaring. My voice was half man’s and half wolf as I collapsed against the wall, my chest heaving, my bones cracking, and my muscles erupting.
The transition is never painless; perhaps this is why shifters can be so stoic and take so much pain.
We go through hell every time we change.
Scaling the wall, digging my nails in, I raced to the rooftops and sprinted toward her scent.
It was so much stronger in my wolf form, swimming around in my mind, becoming my world.
My cock was still hard,isstill hard, bursting with my seed.
