Arius threw both arms up. “What if we’re dead by tomorrow? What if the world explodes into shards? What if, what why, what how? Come on, wolf! At least allow yourself to experience my world the way fate meant you to. The night is young, but there are too few hours before dawn. Besides…” He spun to the right, plucking at Lyle’s shirt as he moved. “Haven’t you heard the saying that it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission?”
Cool air kissed bare skin as Lyle’s shirt was lifted, and the rush Lyle got thinking about running alongside Arius in wolf form was too much to suppress. “All right. But I can’t be long.”
“Then hurry,” Arius grinned as he spoke. “It’s been years since I’ve seen a wolf turn. I’m positively turned the f**k on by the idea.” He wadded up Lyle’s shirt and tosse
