Holy shit!
I stared, completely gobsmacked as my boyfriend stood in front of me in his wolf form. And yet it was so much more than just a wolf! He was borderline prehistoric with how huge he was, just as tall as me despite being an animal and on all fours.
He was a truly magnificent creature. His fur coat looked impossibly thick, enough that if I sank my hand down into it, I still wouldn’t touch his skin. It was roan-colored, a rich and vibrant saturation with black markings all along his sides. His belly was pale, almost tawny in color, and his eyes? His eyes were still that pleasing green but somehow amplified.
I stared, open-mouthed. I was standing in front of an apex predator.
I probably should have been scared-some primal instinct in me was, but it was an incredibly small part, because mostly I was filled with unabashed wonder.
Perhaps it was strange to think it, but suddenly there were little habits and movements from when my boyfriend was human that suddenly made sense. Like the way he would turn sideways occasionally to get through a door that was plenty wide enough for him. Or the way he held himself back from using his full strength. Because now that I saw the massive and truly powerful beast in front of me, I understood that my boyfriend had a power I would never have.
But that was okay. In fact, I would argue that it was what was great about us. We both had different strengths and different weaknesses that almost perfectly overlapped, so we covered for each other.
What more could a girl ask for?
Well, given the situation, maybe to pet a giant wolf.
I reached out, noticing my hand was trembling slightly. But I liked to think that it was out of joy and anticipation rather than any subconscious fear on my end.
“Can I?” I asked, fairly certain that he could understand me. Strangely enough, except for the reunion and that one time with the young man at the quinceañera, I hadn’t really interacted with any of the adults in their wolf forms, only the younglings who were still dog-sized. Massive dog-sized, but still small enough for me to think they were working animals on the land. There was still so much I had to learn. Had to see. Had to experience.
Cas nodded his giant head and slowly lowered himself onto his belly so that I could actually reach the top of his skull without having to stand on tiptoe. Again, I wasn’t a short woman by any means, being an inch taller than average in America, so it definitely struck me that he needed to adjust his height to accommodate me.
As I approached him, it was so hard to believe that humans had gotten the upper hand against the shifters. When I thought of every single McCallister and Ramirez having an animal form even half the size of my boyfriend’s, it was hard not to imagine them completely decimating any human force they went up against.
The law of large numbers and our technology really put in the work for us humans as a species.
All my thoughts quieted, however, as I finally made contact with that beautiful fur. Just as I expected, my hand sank down, down, down into his coat. It truly was a wonder. Softer than
I expected and impossibly thick. No wonder wolves could run around in a blizzard completely nonplussed.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, completely caught up in my reverence of him. I didn’t think I could become any more obsessed with my boyfriend, but as I took in his long snout and those very intelligent green eyes of his, I couldn’t help but marvel at the incredible creature he was.
I still didn’t really understand how a strapping male model of an alpha who was kind, thoughtful, devastatingly handsome, and incredibly responsible for his people while also managing to shapeshift into a massive magical creature saw anything in me, a human baker, but I was past the point of questioning it. Fate had often intertwined our paths together, and I couldn’t be more grateful. We were two sides of a very unique coin, and I never wanted that to change.
As if he could hear my thoughts, Cas shuffled forward slightly, until his nose was pressed to my middle. He was close enough that I could wrap my arms around his neck. And God, it was the best hug in the world.
I couldn’t say how long we stayed like that, but it was quite a while. Long enough that my shoulders began to ache and my mouth became dry after all the boogieing I had done. But I didn’t move. Didn’t stir. Not until Cas gently pulled away and took a few steps back. The area around us filled with steam as he shifted back into his human form.
“So, what did you think?” he asked nervously.
I chuckled a little at his silly question. I knew he could hear my heartbeat and smell my pheromones. But still, I supposed there was no harm in giving him a little extra assurance. After all, it wasn’t every day that one transformed in front of their partner for the first time.
“That was incredible. Thank you, baby.” I threw my arms around his neck. “That was exactly what I wanted.”
“Happy to oblige,” he said, giving me one of those winks that never failed to make my heart race. Gosh, it was hard to believe that I’d spent twenty-seven years of my life not knowing what it was like to be so utterly in love with someone. It was like I had an entirely different perspective of the world. “But you know, the night’s not over…”
I could see the exact moment his gaze switched over from purely loving to having quite a bit of heat with it. And that heat made my stomach flip.
“That’s true,” I agreed, leaning into him. “Wanna go back to your cabin and see how far of a berth we can make the rest of these shifters give it?”
His responding grin had goosebumps rising all along my arm. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He gave me a quick peck on my lips, then suddenly I was off my feet. I let out a startled laugh, which only increased in volume once I realized that he had picked me up in a bridal carry. It reminded me of the time I’d been tired out of my gourd only to perk right up once he ferried me inside and started kissing me.
Maybe one day I would be old and tired enough to turn down sex with my incredibly hot boyfriend, but that was not today. I could save that for my thirties, when my back and knees go on strike, like it did with pretty much all culinary folk.
“Take me home,” I said, voice already husky.
“With pleasure.”
I wasn’t exactly heavy, sitting right between being slender and plus-sized, but it still amazed me that Cas just took off with me in his arms like a bride, his stride so sure that I was barely even jostled. Jeez, just how strong was he? Even after so much time together, it always surprised me.
We made it to his cabin incredibly fast, and while I knew that several pack members had spotted us, no one stopped us. I’d heard a couple mention in passing about being able to smell other people’s emotions, so my cheeks colored at the idea of how many shifters could smell how horny we were.
Oh well. It was something I’d come to terms with whenever we visited Cas’s house. With such enhanced senses, privacy was rare. People heard what they heard, and that was that.
If I had also grown up with such abilities, it wouldn’t be so mind-boggling, but alas, I was but a human. And unlike the werewolves of lore, it seemed that whatever made a shifter a shifter was a genetic thing. Not a curse or disease that could be spread with a bite.
Shame, really.
The thought surprised me enough that I nearly tripped when Cas put me down on the porch. Did I really want to be a shifter? I’d never really thought of it since that first night I’d gotten suspicious and dived into the murky waters of cryptozoologist forums and subreddits. The vast majority of them stated that lycanthropy was technically a myth and couldn’t be transferred.
Hmm… I really wouldn’t mind if I could be turned. There didn’t seem to be a lot of downsides other than the whole first-shift-during-puberty thing. The idea of a double puberty wasn’t exactly the most appealing.
But being the same species as my boyfriend? Being able to spend a full, extended shifter life with him? That certainly had its appeal.
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