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Denali
He stalks me through the pine trees. I can’t hear the tread of his heavy paws, but I know he lopes just behind. The moment I pulled up in the parking area at the base of the Temescal Ridge trail, I yanked off my clothes and shifted, leaving Nash sputtering in bewilderment.
Catch me, lion.
I want Nash to embrace his animal like I do. He’s been making it the enemy for far too long. He should feel the joy of the hunt. Of the chase. Of stretching his long, sleek body out for a fifty mile an hour run.
I left Nolan at preschool and rearranged my appointments. I could’ve brought Nolan with us, but Nash is so unsure of his lion. I need to give him my full attention and I don’t want him worrying about fathering Nolan. Because even though he’s cautiously attempting the role, I know he’
