Sinclair cuts him off, “I’ll explain later, we need to get out of the woods.” He stands, cradling me in his arms, and I sob into his neck. “Th-the p-pup.” I moan. “I-I’ve k-killed him.” “Shh, little one.” Sinclair, purrs, but I can hear the grief in his own voice. “Let’s just get you someplace saf
Sinclair I don’t remember much about my own experience shifting for the first time. I remember the blinding pain, the torment of having every bone in my body broken, every muscle torn to perform the strange alchemy of reshaping my into a wolf. I remember it feeling as though it lasted forever, the
Suddenly Ella’s back bows violently as a horrible crack fills the air, and I know we’re out of time. She howls with pain as she enters the second stage of her shift, and my wolf whines helplessly, rabid with the need to ease her torment. I pull her from the bath and return her to the nest, letting h
Ella Everything is different the moment I open my eyes. I don’t really want to wake up, to face a world without my baby in it, but my grief is momentarily dimmed by my wolf’s elation to finally be free. The temptation to bury my sorrows deep down and let myself be distracted is incredibly allurin
Let’s go for a run! I suggest eagerly, my body wiggling with excitement. Can we, can we? Sinclair gazes lovingly up at me as I dance around on the bed. We can, once you’ve got some food in your tummy. No! I throw my head back defiantly. I want to go now. Sinclair shaked his head and rises to his
Ella “This isn’t fair.” I complain, sitting naked in the back of the limo, glaring at Sinclair. “You said you would claim me if I shifted.” “Greedy mate.” He teases, kissing the soft spot behind my ear. “I didn’t say I would do it in the middle of the forest.” He hadn’t, but I was still very disp
I’m nothing more than a puddle in his arms at this point, and the smug Alpha knows it. When I look up at him his wolf is glowing in his eyes, and even though he’s turned my brain to mush, I can’t help but notice that I’m not the only one who’s gotten excited by his dirty talk. He’s as naked as I am
Ella Sinclair is towering over me, his wolf eyes glowing as he watches me work through my feelings. I gnaw on my lower lip as I try to find the bravery to ask him for what I want, and he purrs deep in his chest, cupping my cheek and tugging my lip free of my sharp little teeth. He doesn’t rush me,