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“Probably wise. We had about a day to come up with how to teach someone from another world about shifters, and couldn’t think of a damn thing.”
She laughed, and my body relaxed at the sound. “It’s probably harder when you don’t know what their world is like.”
“Or we’re just fools.”
More of her laughter warmed the space.
A moment of silence passed before she spoke again, and it was a peaceful one. “Did I tell you I have a teaching degree? You probably don’t know what that is.”
“I don’t,” I agreed. “But I’d like to.”
“Some humans go to school as young adults, to learn how to function in our chosen professions. I decided I wanted to be a teacher, and teach little kids. When it came time to actually do it, I didn’t enjoy it as much as I expected. I heard that happens with a lot of dream jobs, but… I don’t know. It didn’t feel right.”
“Perhaps your fates knew you would be better suited for my world than yours.”
“Maybe.” Her voice was thoughtful. “I’m not sure to what extent I believe in your version of fate.”
That didn’t surprise me.
It made sense for humans, who had never seen how perfectly matched a fated pair were, to struggle with the idea. Ezra seemed to think logically rather than emotionally much of the time, which likely added to her doubt.
Eventually, she would see the way fated pairs loved each other, and she would likely believe. But even if she didn’t, I would love her however she wanted to be loved, for the rest of our eternities.
She explained, “I do think there’s some significance to the way your universe connected us, and I like the idea of us having made some sort of agreement in a life before this one, but… I don’t know.”
“You will believe it, or you won’t,” I said simply. “Whether you do or don’t, we will enjoy our life together tremendously.”
“You’re so certain about so many things. I respect that a lot, you know.” There was honesty in her voice. “I wish I felt that sure about… well, anything.”
“You recently suffered a great loss, followed by a huge change. The fact that you’re composed and functioning properly is impressive enough, Ezra. Your confidence will follow as you adjust to this new version of your life.”
“Damn, you make me sound strong.”
“It’s not hard to do so, considering your strength.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was soft, but genuine.
“Don’t thank me for providing for you,” I grumbled, just to make her laugh. Knowing what I did about her culture, I was positive her reflexive gratitude wasn’t an insult.
She rewarded me with the loud laugh I’d hoped for, and my lips curved upward as I continued working.
Our conversation faded as we both focused on what we were doing. The quiet was comfortable in a way I had never experienced.
Wolves were pack animals. When I was away from my pack, there was usually some type of pull to get back to them, even when I would rather remain in the comfort of my den. With Ezra working beside me, there was no desire to leave—only peace.
The hours passed quicklyas I got the mechanism working properly once again, cleaned the parts covered in the worst of the grease and rust, and then slid the wall’s covering back into place.
“It’s done?” Ezra checked, looking at me from above her paper. She was folded into the corner of the room, looking small, soft, and comfortable.
I ached to join her, and her eyes flicked to the pulsing glow around me before lifting back to mine.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, those gorgeous eyes of hers so damn bright I couldn’t look away.
“It is. Want to test it out?”
“Definitely.” She dropped her notes on the floor and stood, crossing the space in a few steps. Her movements were smoother than they had been when I first found her; her body was certainly adapting to the shifter magic within her. “I just pull it?”
“Yes.”
