manner. She wondered if he might kiss her, touch her somehow to let her know he was interested. Then she felt like an idiot. Evidence of his interest couldn’t be more blatant.
He grabbed the keys he’d left on the hood of the car, clicked to lock the doors, and then walked to the edge of the parking lot. She watched as he stuck the keys in the crotch of a small tree to hide them. Then, standing in the cold moonlight, he raised his arms and faced the looming mountain and the moon hanging overhead.
Lily felt the rush of energy as he called the power to him. Whatever spell he invoked was silent, but energy was growing, gathering around him. She felt the power rising from the ground beneath her feet, from the mountain before them, from the air itself. Tiny hairs stood up on her arms and along her spine.
She tried to read the energy, to figure out what sort of spell he used, what entity aided him, but there was a sudden shimmer of light, a soft glow that seemed to come from within the man. Fascinated, Lily watched as the light grew until it covered him with a golden aura so bright it cast a shadow. The light swelled and then burst.
She blinked, and blinked again. In the place of the man stood a beautiful black wolf. It turned and gazed pointedly at Lily. Smiling, she called on her wolf, felt the frisson of her own power, and shifted.
Not nearly as dramatic, though definitely effective. Trotting across the asphalt, she met Sebastian nose to nose. Sniffing, growling softly, the two of them went through the typical routine of two feral creatures meeting for the first time. His scent was rich with the power of magic and something else. Something familiar.
He’d said he wasn’t Chanku, but his wolf told her otherwise. Yet he’d called magic to change.
So many questions when her wolf wanted to run. Questions could wait, and the night was waning. She yipped and spun about, nipped his flank, and took off.
Sebastian was right behind her. Jaws gaping, ears forward, and her tale waving like a flag behind her, Lily led him up the rugged slope of the mountain. Her senses hadn’t felt this alive in ages. All of her senses—both wolf and woman.
Alert to the world around her, she raced the night and the alpha male that ran close behind.
Her scent drew him on, the rich, musky scent of female arousal, of wolf, of woman. He’d always run alone. Not once had he run with another wolf, never with a female, and the intensity, the pure exhilaration of the chase thrilled him.
He’d never acknowledged this side of his beast, this sensual, sexual creature that wanted the female. Blood pounded in his veins, and arousal powered the wolven creature he’d become. Running behind Lily enthralled him. His focus narrowed until all he saw was the plume of her tail and the welcoming gash of her sex. His nostrils filled with her scent and his arousal deepened.
Lily spun to the left. Alert to the night, Sebastian scented the jackrabbit before he saw it. Lily took off after their prey, body low and sleek, her ears laid back, all four feet kicking up dust and pebbles as she ran.
The rabbit slipped into a thick tangle of old blackberry vines. Lily skidded to a stop before tumbling into the briars, turned and looked at Sebastian with absolute disgust, and then yipped her challenge.
He had no time to think, to consider the fact he was running as a wolf, thinking like a wolf before they were off again, racing through thick grasses and over rocky trails. Lily Cheval was beautiful. So sensual, so alluring that his body thrummed with need. He ran faster, closing the gap between them.
Something buzzed in his mind. He sensed a presence, a familiar other, but he brushed it aside. Nothing would come between him and the glorious bitch he followed.
She was his. Not prey. No, she was so much more. She was destined to be his mate, and he would have her. His gaze narrowed until all he saw was Lily, all he wanted was Lily. His sensitive nostrils filled with
He grabbed the keys he’d left on the hood of the car, clicked to lock the doors, and then walked to the edge of the parking lot. She watched as he stuck the keys in the crotch of a small tree to hide them. Then, standing in the cold moonlight, he raised his arms and faced the looming mountain and the moon hanging overhead.
Lily felt the rush of energy as he called the power to him. Whatever spell he invoked was silent, but energy was growing, gathering around him. She felt the power rising from the ground beneath her feet, from the mountain before them, from the air itself. Tiny hairs stood up on her arms and along her spine.
She tried to read the energy, to figure out what sort of spell he used, what entity aided him, but there was a sudden shimmer of light, a soft glow that seemed to come from within the man. Fascinated, Lily watched as the light grew until it covered him with a golden aura so bright it cast a shadow. The light swelled and then burst.
She blinked, and blinked again. In the place of the man stood a beautiful black wolf. It turned and gazed pointedly at Lily. Smiling, she called on her wolf, felt the frisson of her own power, and shifted.
Not nearly as dramatic, though definitely effective. Trotting across the asphalt, she met Sebastian nose to nose. Sniffing, growling softly, the two of them went through the typical routine of two feral creatures meeting for the first time. His scent was rich with the power of magic and something else. Something familiar.
He’d said he wasn’t Chanku, but his wolf told her otherwise. Yet he’d called magic to change.
So many questions when her wolf wanted to run. Questions could wait, and the night was waning. She yipped and spun about, nipped his flank, and took off.
Sebastian was right behind her. Jaws gaping, ears forward, and her tale waving like a flag behind her, Lily led him up the rugged slope of the mountain. Her senses hadn’t felt this alive in ages. All of her senses—both wolf and woman.
Alert to the world around her, she raced the night and the alpha male that ran close behind.
Her scent drew him on, the rich, musky scent of female arousal, of wolf, of woman. He’d always run alone. Not once had he run with another wolf, never with a female, and the intensity, the pure exhilaration of the chase thrilled him.
He’d never acknowledged this side of his beast, this sensual, sexual creature that wanted the female. Blood pounded in his veins, and arousal powered the wolven creature he’d become. Running behind Lily enthralled him. His focus narrowed until all he saw was the plume of her tail and the welcoming gash of her sex. His nostrils filled with her scent and his arousal deepened.
Lily spun to the left. Alert to the night, Sebastian scented the jackrabbit before he saw it. Lily took off after their prey, body low and sleek, her ears laid back, all four feet kicking up dust and pebbles as she ran.
The rabbit slipped into a thick tangle of old blackberry vines. Lily skidded to a stop before tumbling into the briars, turned and looked at Sebastian with absolute disgust, and then yipped her challenge.
He had no time to think, to consider the fact he was running as a wolf, thinking like a wolf before they were off again, racing through thick grasses and over rocky trails. Lily Cheval was beautiful. So sensual, so alluring that his body thrummed with need. He ran faster, closing the gap between them.
Something buzzed in his mind. He sensed a presence, a familiar other, but he brushed it aside. Nothing would come between him and the glorious bitch he followed.
She was his. Not prey. No, she was so much more. She was destined to be his mate, and he would have her. His gaze narrowed until all he saw was Lily, all he wanted was Lily. His sensitive nostrils filled with
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