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 feel

old are you when you shift

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

eventually suffering through this sort of grisly shift, and I don’t like it one bit. “What was yours like, was anyone with you?” I

else’s. But my father was with me, he got me through it, just like l’ll do for our son.” He states, a promise in his

a very gentle and supportive presence for Sinclair, and I know he’ll

probably the first time he’s ever been unclothed when I’m not, and I’m amazed at how much stronger I feel with my own body covered. I never realized until now how vulnerable it is to be undressed and

constant strength. “Now, do you want to talk, or do you want to meet my

“Yes, sorry.” I flush.

until after l’ve shifted, you don’t want to be within reach of my

my pulse pounding in

breakable, then disappears. There’s a loud crack and the air seems to go blurry, I even feel a bit

“That’s not a wolf that’s a bear!”

large -far larger than any natural wolf and probably almost as tall as I

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

the rug and

mean honestly, I could ride you.” I point out, my head filled with images of me mounted on his back like a particularly

that! You know what I mean.” I’m amazed that anyone could manage

his tail and astonishing me. I never imagined that the imposing Alpha would ever do something so very doglike, but then again his silly side always surprises me. Suddenly it seems positively hilarious that Dominic Sinclair is sitting in front of

touch you?” l inquire

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

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