Page 59 of Moon Claimed

We didn’t answer as our legs gave out and we trembled on the ground. I listened absently to the cracking of bone and ripping of sinew, thankful it wasn’t coming from me.

The one I like is here,my wolf purred.

I cracked open an eyelid and took in a very naked Sascha.You’re fucking kidding me. We don’t like him either!

I do. A lot.

Fucking traitor.

“You’re okay, little bird,” Sascha said in a low voice thatoneof us liked far too much.

Don’t come any closer,I mentally snapped at him.

He won’t hear us in two-legged form,she told me.

He sank to a crouch and held both hands up. “I need to get closer to see what’s wrong.”

Maybe the gnashing teeth gave away my mood.

There’s nothing wrong with the way he smells. Mmm.She inhaled deeply.

What is it?I demanded.

The scent meet. On our behalf anyway. Judging by his lack of reaction, he’s already scented us.

Oh, fuck. She was right.Where’s the sex part?

Both of you must be in two-legged form.

“You need to shift back.” Sascha shuffled closer.

He’s right.Her voice echoed in my head. Our head.

Whatever.

Panting, I moved away, stopping when my butt hit the crumbling hill at our back.

“Easy, little bird.Easy.You need to focus on what you look like as a human. Imagine the way your body moves in that form. The way you see and smell. The shape of your ears and mouth. The feel of your fingertips.”

Not doing it.

My wolf snorted.You will not be a normal companion, I see. This time, I will trigger the shift. But I prefer this form and will not help you again.

Don’t you dare. The heat!

Her thoughts seized mine. Hands through sand. Hair tickling my lower back. The long, graceful movement of two legs.

Crack.

Short nails. Warm toes.

Pop.

Upright. Soft voice.

Crack, crack, crack.

The invisible force took over, and we whined as it flung us forward again.