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Storm

Sitting, we stay quiet. He's still shifted in his fae form and seems to be amazed by the few parts of his body that resemble a wolf. I watch as he looks over his shoulder and now peers at the wings.

"I should speak to my mum," his words are quiet, and I glance at him. "Surely she knows who my father is if he's fae?"

He looks at me, and I nod. I need to explain the truth to him, and then he knows that Bailey isn't his mum. My hand reaches back and strokes along his wing.

A weird tingling sensation floats through my hand, and a low rumble grows within him. He smiles at me, and I watch his eyes change colour to silver. I swear his changes are giving me whiplash. I glance up and see his ears gone; pulling him forward, I look.

"Storm," he grumbles.

"Your ears changed," I explain and hear him sigh. His breath washes over my breasts. Oh crap, I pull back quickly. He holds up his hand, and I stare at it.

"How?" I peer at him. "Can you turn them back to paws?" I ask and hold his hand aga