Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“If he blocks me, I’m losing it.”
Miles chuckled at that. “He won’t block you. You’ll see. This is going to turn out great.”
“I know,” I said, actually believing it. I pocketed my phone, feeling relieved that I’d at least initiated some type of contact. I leaned my head back, stretched my neck, looked up at the dark night sky. There was a bright, waxing moon sitting directly above us. In a few days it’d be full, and the two of us would involuntarily shift into our were forms. More beasts than humans. As primal and powerful of a time as it was for us, it was also a vulnerable time. When basic instinct and carnal emotions sometimes overpowered logical thought.
Maybe… maybe if we spent it together, then Miles would feel the fated pull? His heightened senses in his were form could make a difference?
It could have been a crazy idea. I had only been around people in my own pack during full-moon shifts. I wasn’t sure what kind of emotions would overtake me if I was around Miles when it happened. Would I absolutely lose my mind? Would I be able to control myself? Would I tear him apart out of frustration?
Only one way to find out. And after messaging my cousin tonight, I was riding a high of making “fuck it” choices.
I looked back at him, wondering how best to bring this up. I wasn’t exactly great with nuance. “So, uh, the full moon—want to spend it together?”
Yeah. That could have been way more finessed.
Miles glanced up at the sky, following my trail of thought and sudden shift in focus. He turned his attention back to me and searched my gaze for something. I had no idea what for. I sat there, holding his stare, trying to will him to agree.
He took in a breath. Let it out through his nose.
Shit. Was that too big of an ask? Had I crossed some kind of boundary I wasn’t even aware existed? Why the hell couldn’t I do anything right?
I started to retract the ask, opening my mouth and blubbering out some nonsense. Miles raised his hand and stopped me. I braced myself for impact.
This was going to hurt, wasn’t it?
Chapter Twenty-Four
The Chase
MILES
I could feel a full moon coming days before it took its place in the sky. It was like an itch between my shoulders I couldn’t quite get to. An incessant buzzing underneath my skin that couldn’t quite be helped. It also played on my mood, making me more snappy, more spontaneous. It pushed my libido into overdrive, which was why Dyl and I had barely stepped out of the house since he’d come over. We only left for practice and for the gym, other than that, we were back at my place, trying to fuck away the increasingly feral energy that coursed through us both. It built up like a flood behind a dam and was never relieved no matter how often we emptied ourselves together.
When he had asked to spend a full moon shift with me, I was initially hesitant about it. I’d been on my own for so long that I was used to spending those nights locked up inside of my home. I had lived in the center of a busy city so I couldn’t exactly risk going out and being seen. I would deadbolt my home, close all the blinds, have a nice and juicy meal waiting, and I’d ride it out indoors. There were a few rare occasions I’d travel somewhere more remote so I could spend the shift as a free were, running through empty woods and howling up at the full moon.
But I also knew that animalistic instincts could take over during these nights, and I didn’t want to make any bad judgment calls because my mind was clouded not just by the moon but by Dylan. What if I made an impulsive decision that I’d come to regret once the sun came up?
I considered saying no, but Dylan’s puppy-dog stare was difficult to turn down.
So I agreed. And so here we were, in the middle of the woods, stripping off all our clothes and tucking them away in a box we’d return to come morning. Shifting into our wolf forms meant we didn’t have to worry about clothes, but shifts into our larger were forms would have ripped everything to shreds.
“There’s something so freeing about being naked in nature, isn’t there?” Dylan asked, completely nude now. I took a second to admire his perfect body. Honed and chiseled by years of training and playing hockey. Broad shoulders that trailed down to powerful biceps, framing a muscular chest. He stood with his powerful legs apart from each other, a hand rubbing his six-pack, fingers trailing down to his trimmed pubes.
In only a few minutes he’d be standing three feet taller, his body covered in dense fur, his fingers elongated to claws and his mouth into a snout.