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“Yes,” he admits, drawing out the word. “Then into my human form.”

He gestures to himself with his free hand, not holding my guitar, and I reflexively look down and get another eyeful of his massive package that doesn’t seem to be shy in the least. I quickly avert my gaze again because looking at his cock has me thinking all kinds of inappropriate things.

“I don’t understand,” I say, a bit calmer now but still just as bewildered.

“I know. I’ll tell you everything, but not here.” Hunter looks around behind me as if checking for threats.

Is he checking for threats? He said something about a threat he couldn’t ignore.

“Why don’t we go back to the cabin and sit down? You can ask me all the questions you want, and I’ll answer them. Okay?”

He gives me a sheepish smile, and those damn baby blues lure me in and have me nodding my head, agreeing.

“Here,” he extends my guitar out to me. “Take this. I need to shift to walk to the cabin.”

Accepting my guitar, I raise an eyebrow at him. Why does he need to shift back? And does he mean back into the giant beast? He seems to read my thoughts and chuckles.

“Unless you want me to walk back like this?” He waves a hand at his nude body again. This time I don’t take the bait and check out his dick again. “It’ll be easier if I’m in wolf form. I’ll shift back once we get to the cabin, and I can put some pants on.”

“I don’t have any pants that’ll fit you,” I blurt out because, of course, that’s the most important thing to be thinking about right now; what pants he’ll be wearing.

Hunter chuckles again and shakes his head. “I keep some in the linen closet just in case.”

“Oh, okay then.”

I wave at him to get on with it so we can get to the cabin and I can get some answers. He shakes his head again, smiling. A smile I realize isn’t restrained or tight. It’s open and easy. I like it.

Oh yeah, great time to be swooning over his smile, Lottie. Pay attention.

Hunter shifts once again before my eyes, this time into Sinatra, the black wolf, instead of the massive scary beast. It’s only once he’s fully furry again that I don’t know how I didn’t see the resemblances before. Black fur, light blue eyes. Then again,I also didn’t know werewolves existed five minutes ago, so yeah, there’s that.

Tentatively Sinatra, or rather wolf Hunter, paces forward and nudges my limp hand with his wet nose, giving me those damn puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, don’t start with that. I know who you are now. And—Shit! I just told you all that stuff aboutyou!” I smack myself in the face and groan loudly. “I am never befriending a wild wolf in the woods ever again.”

Hunter chuffs in what I assume is a laugh and turns to leave the meadow. Turning back only to yip at me when I don’t immediately follow.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Such a demanding mutt.”

Hunter jerks his wolf head back to me with a scowl and growls, ending in a whine.

“You deserve that for what you did. You’re the one who lied here, not me. If anything, I was overly honest with wolf Hunter.”

Wolf Hunter whines again but continues on his path back towards the cabin. I pick up my discarded Polaroid camera, slipping it and my guitar strap across my chest, following in step behind a fucking werewolf.

Chapter 21 – Hunter

This was not how I planned tonight to go. Spend a little time with Lottie in the forest, secretly follow her back to the cabin, and watch over her all night from outside in wolf form. That was the plan. Not shift into my true beast form to scare off the two elves lurking in the shadows, trying to catch me unaware and do who knows what with Lottie.

Vincent had made his threat not six hours ago, and his men were already seeking her out and hunting her down. I don’t even want to think of what they would have done if I weren't there. With their ability to alter people’s emotions through touch, they probably could have made her go willingly if they had gotten their cold, gray hands on her.

My fur stands on end thinking about it, and I slow my pace, keeping at Lottie’s side, not wanting the elves to try for a second time tonight.

Before, when I would walk at her side, she would reach out and pet me. Rest her hand on my back or neck, mindlessly stroking my fur, the feel of it warming my insides and calming my inner beast. She does so now but stops after a few moments as if realizing she had done it unconsciously. She doesn’t do it again, shoving her hands in her pockets to prevent it.

The walk back to the cabin is far quieter than my previous walks with Lottie. Now that she knows who I am and that I understand everything she’s saying, I guess she doesn’t want to share any more of her secrets and private thoughts, as she did when I was just an ordinary wolf.

I don’t immediately shift to human form when we arrive at the cabin, walking in on all fours and heading for the linen cabinet in the hall. I sit and stare at the door, waiting for Lottie.