felt a
great swell of gratitude toward him for not leaving her. Even though it had
obviously brought painful memories to the surface for him. She had feelings for
him, too, but it was all too confusing at the moment and she couldn’t bring
herself to say the words out loud. Catching him by surprise, she leaned up and
kissed him, quickly, but that didn’t make it less potent. She ran her fingers
down his cheek. “Thank you.”
He smiled down at her. “Sure, but I didn’t do it just for
you.”
Blair realized she was feeling fine and hadn’t taken one of
her pills.
“Shane, why didn’t you want me to take my medicine?”
“I think they are why you have never changed before. How
long have you been taking them?”
“I’m not sure. Years,” she answered.
“Shit.” Moving her off his lap, he got up to pace to the
window. “Somehow they suppressed your natural instincts to shift.” Coming back
to drop to his haunches before her, he said, “Promise me you won’t take them
again.”
“Shane, they are prescribed by a doctor.” And she really
didn’t want to contemplate too closely that he may be right.
“I don’t care! Screw what the doctor says. It’s important.
Promise me.”
If he was going to be around then maybe she didn’t really
need them. For the first time she had gotten through one of her attacks without
help from the chemical. “Okay, fine. I won’t.”
“Good. Come on, let’s make breakfast. I’m hungry.” He
grinned down at her and she was glad she had made him happy with her promise.
After all, she didn’t want to take them anyway. It was a new feeling for her.
She wasn’t used to caring for someone else. She loved her parents but they had
lived their own lives and she hers, together but separate.
They made breakfast together and Shane walked back to his
place, telling her he had a couple hours of work to do and he would be back.
Blair went immediately to her easel and was quickly absorbed in painting her
black wolf.
She spent the day finishing her painting and she didn’t take
a break until the shadows were long on the yard. Stepping back, she was pleased
with the results—it looked just like him.
Deciding she would cook dinner for both of them, she
rummaged around in the freezer and took out some steaks. Thawing them in the
microwave, she hummed to herself as she peeled potatoes.
She hadn’t spent much time thinking about what Shane had
told her that morning. But that was typical for her, she could easily block out
the things she didn’t want to face. However, she had a feeling Shane wasn’t
going to let this go.
She wondered if she would turn into a wolf like Shane. What
would she look like? How would it feel? How did she change when she wanted to,
like he did?
Knowing she didn’t have to face it alone was enough to ease
her mind. While she was setting the table her cell rang. Glancing over at the
screen, she saw it was her mother and she let it go to voicemail without a
second’s hesitation. Like she had the last four times she had called that day.
Turning dinner down low, she puttered around while she
waited for Shane. In the distance she heard the howl of a wolf and she couldn’t
resist a smile. He was coming.
Chapter Eight
They ate dinner, talking about nothing and everything. But
they steered clear of the topic that was foremost in both their minds. After
they cleaned up their plates, Shane took her outside to gaze at the lake in the
moonlight. They wandered together down to the shore.
The moon was full and bright in the sky and she felt a
strange prickling sensation as she stared up at it.
Shane seemed to read her thoughts. “It’s beautiful isn’t
it?”
“Yes.” It was a sigh on her lips. The moon had always
captivated her.
Shane came up behind her, his arms wrapping around her
shoulders. Leaning against his warm chest, she felt peace steal over her.
Blair turned in his arms, running her hands up his chest and
over his shoulders, liking
great swell of gratitude toward him for not leaving her. Even though it had
obviously brought painful memories to the surface for him. She had feelings for
him, too, but it was all too confusing at the moment and she couldn’t bring
herself to say the words out loud. Catching him by surprise, she leaned up and
kissed him, quickly, but that didn’t make it less potent. She ran her fingers
down his cheek. “Thank you.”
He smiled down at her. “Sure, but I didn’t do it just for
you.”
Blair realized she was feeling fine and hadn’t taken one of
her pills.
“Shane, why didn’t you want me to take my medicine?”
“I think they are why you have never changed before. How
long have you been taking them?”
“I’m not sure. Years,” she answered.
“Shit.” Moving her off his lap, he got up to pace to the
window. “Somehow they suppressed your natural instincts to shift.” Coming back
to drop to his haunches before her, he said, “Promise me you won’t take them
again.”
“Shane, they are prescribed by a doctor.” And she really
didn’t want to contemplate too closely that he may be right.
“I don’t care! Screw what the doctor says. It’s important.
Promise me.”
If he was going to be around then maybe she didn’t really
need them. For the first time she had gotten through one of her attacks without
help from the chemical. “Okay, fine. I won’t.”
“Good. Come on, let’s make breakfast. I’m hungry.” He
grinned down at her and she was glad she had made him happy with her promise.
After all, she didn’t want to take them anyway. It was a new feeling for her.
She wasn’t used to caring for someone else. She loved her parents but they had
lived their own lives and she hers, together but separate.
They made breakfast together and Shane walked back to his
place, telling her he had a couple hours of work to do and he would be back.
Blair went immediately to her easel and was quickly absorbed in painting her
black wolf.
She spent the day finishing her painting and she didn’t take
a break until the shadows were long on the yard. Stepping back, she was pleased
with the results—it looked just like him.
Deciding she would cook dinner for both of them, she
rummaged around in the freezer and took out some steaks. Thawing them in the
microwave, she hummed to herself as she peeled potatoes.
She hadn’t spent much time thinking about what Shane had
told her that morning. But that was typical for her, she could easily block out
the things she didn’t want to face. However, she had a feeling Shane wasn’t
going to let this go.
She wondered if she would turn into a wolf like Shane. What
would she look like? How would it feel? How did she change when she wanted to,
like he did?
Knowing she didn’t have to face it alone was enough to ease
her mind. While she was setting the table her cell rang. Glancing over at the
screen, she saw it was her mother and she let it go to voicemail without a
second’s hesitation. Like she had the last four times she had called that day.
Turning dinner down low, she puttered around while she
waited for Shane. In the distance she heard the howl of a wolf and she couldn’t
resist a smile. He was coming.
Chapter Eight
They ate dinner, talking about nothing and everything. But
they steered clear of the topic that was foremost in both their minds. After
they cleaned up their plates, Shane took her outside to gaze at the lake in the
moonlight. They wandered together down to the shore.
The moon was full and bright in the sky and she felt a
strange prickling sensation as she stared up at it.
Shane seemed to read her thoughts. “It’s beautiful isn’t
it?”
“Yes.” It was a sigh on her lips. The moon had always
captivated her.
Shane came up behind her, his arms wrapping around her
shoulders. Leaning against his warm chest, she felt peace steal over her.
Blair turned in his arms, running her hands up his chest and
over his shoulders, liking
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