Ella

“How are you feeling?” Sinclair asks, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. The wild hunt is tonight, and I know he’s not merely asking about my morning sickness or fatigue.

“Nervous.” I confess. “Do you think..” I trail off, blushing and unsure if I can actually speak the question I need to ask.

“What is it Ella?” He inquires, coming forward with an encouraging smile.

“Do you think I could see your wolf before we go tonight, just so that l’ll recognize it when I see you?” I whisper, barely loud enough to hear myself, but knowing Sinclair’s wolf ears will be more than capable of picking up on the sound. And so I won’t be scared. I add silently in my head.

“0f course.” He chuckles, “That’s a great idea. I should have thought of it myself.”

His powerful hands move to the buttons on his shirt, and I find myself taking a step back. “What are you doing?”

“You wanted to see my wolf, I don’t want to ruin this shirt.” He shrugs. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Right.” I breathe, “Right, of course.”

He continues stripping off his clothes, and I work hard to avert my gaze. So far I’ve been very successful in avoiding temptation by not looking at his body in these vulnerable moments, and I’m not about to change that now – on the day when it’s more important than ever that we practice self control.

“Does it hurt, shifting?” I ask, staring at my fidgeting fingers.

“It does the first time.” Sinclair shares, “The first time is almost unbearable, it takes hours and hours, but once you’ve gotten it over with it happens fast as lightning, too quickly for you to feel the pain of your bones breaking and rearranging.”

ghastly.” I

old are you when you shift the

the change when they go through puberty.” Sinclair informs me, pulling off

my baby – my son – eventually suffering through this sort of grisly shift, and I don’t like it one bit.

as painful as anyone else’s. But my father was with me, he got me through it,

process. I can imagine Henry was a very gentle and supportive presence for Sinclair, and I know he’ll be the same.

dangerous. ” He comes forward, taking my face in his oversized hands. This is probably the first time he’s ever been unclothed when I’m not, and I’m amazed

this room, and part of me resents his constant strength. “Now,

“Yes, sorry.” I flush.

“and don’t get close to me until after l’ve shifted, you

wordlessly, my pulse

There’s a loud crack and the air seems to go blurry, I even feel a bit nauseous trying to keep track of the rapid

eyes are as wide as saucers, and I feel my jaw going slack. “That’s not a wolf that’s

wolf, who is much, much too large -far larger than any natural wolf and probably almost as tall as I am – gives me an affronted look, as if l’ve insulted

reconcile the fact that the beast in front of me is actually the man who spends every night wrapped around me like a very muscular heated blanket. “But how are you bigger as a wolf

rug and waiting patiently for

honestly, I could ride you.” I point out, my head filled with

like that! You know what I mean.” I’m amazed that anyone could manage to be so suggestive without speaking a word, or even possessing human features.”.What do I do, how do you communicate with other wolves when you’re like this.

then again his silly side always surprises me. Suddenly it seems positively hilarious that Dominic Sinclair is sitting in front of

I touch you?”

don’t know how I understand his reasoning, I know he’s waiting for me to come to him. It takes a minute for me to find the courage to move my leadened feet, but I manage. I slowly cross the room, feeling terribly anxious to be approaching a creature out of the horror stories I grew up fearing, even though I

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