My mind reels at the possibilities, then fear hits me like a wave. We have to be fully Mated soon. Every unMated Alpha will try to challenge me for her. I growl and snarl so loudly she jumps. I’ve already Marked her, but there is still a chance they would try. I have to keep this between us and a few of my trusted men until I understand everything it means. My chest swells with pride that she chose me. My wolf is begging to be free. “Oh, baby, I don’t think we should run without taking precautions. I don’t want anyone knowing about you being a white wolf yet. The risk is too great. Do you need to run?” I ask sadly. My wolf is pissed. “I protect mine,” he growls at me.

I don’t really need to run, but I don’t want to shift back yet. Can I just hang out in here for a bit? Will you shift too? My wolf wants her Mate. Plus, I want to see you. I’m not bigger than you, am I? she asks, horrified at the thought.

I chuckle. “Not by a long shot, baby.” I feel her relief. She’s so damn adorable. “I guess I can shift. It’s not nearly as graceful as yours, a bit more explosive, yeah.” I walk to the other side of the room and let my wolf free.

SOPHIA

Masen’s wolf is majestic. He’s also massive and solid black, so black his fur swallows the light. His white blue eyes remain the same creating a contrast so striking it almost looks unreal. His shift was electric. I felt his wolf burst free. If I wasn’t already shifted, it would have forced me through my change. You’re so big.

He gruffs out loud, almost like a laugh. I know, he answers smugly.

I roll my eyes. Impossible, I joke. Can I come over there? I’ve never met another wolf, I say excitedly.

Yeah, baby, come on. I can feel the humor directed at me.

I almost run. Not used to the hardwood when I jump from the bed, I slide a little, my claws dig in to find purchase. I grimace. Sorry, Masen. He doesn’t care, it doesn’t even register. His wolf towers over me. His muzzle drops to my shoulder, finding his Mark. He bites me gently then licks over the slight burn. He nuzzles me all over, rubbing his scent on me as I stand still while he circles me. He’s a little muskier as a wolf, but still the best scent I’ve ever smelled.

My turn yet?

His answering growl tells me he’s not done. I chuff but wait, allowing his perusal.

When he finally finishes, he stands back for my inspection, head held high, back legs wide. He’s like a big ole show puppy. I giggle to myself. He growls low in warning not liking my comparison. I nuzzle my Mark giving him the same treatment he bestowed upon mine. Then I play, I nudge, push, and nip him. His stance lowers. That’s all the warning I get before he pounces.