The Last of the Shifters

Kyra POV: The truth

I shifted; I wasn’t supposed to for weeks. I was covered in mud, naked and covered in mud in front of a man who looked like god himself chiseled him out of marble. My cheeks were red with heat, I was so embarrassed I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door. “Oh, come on beauty, I wasn’t even looking.” He snickered.  

“I CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING!” I screamed, anger bubbling up. No man has ever seen my naked let alone touched me as much as he has tonight. “I’m taking a shower; you can wait or you can leave.” I said the last part a little quieter than the first half. I didn’t want him to leave, but tonight was too much. My wolf, she spoke to them in my mind. I could hear them talking about me. I sighed and slid down the door putting my arms on my knees.   

“I’ll be waiting beautiful; you can tell me your name now or I can keep calling you beautiful. Either way, I don’t mind.” He said softly. 

I crawled over and closed the cold tap, opening the hot tap on the bath tub, allowing hot water to flood the drain. I plugged the tub, and opened the cold tap back up just slightly. I tried to wipe my hands and feet off before getting in the tub and letting it fill around me. This is what I needed. I needed a hot bath to get the feeling of his hands on my skin to go away.  

I began to relax, forgetting that I still had company, I started to sing a lullaby my gran used to sign to me as a child; I never understood it honestly, but it was beautiful. She always said it was in Japanese but having studied the language I knew it wasn’t all I could think now is that it was the native tongue of Kitsune. “It is a beautiful lullaby, it tells young kitsune to grow strong and lure their enemies to their demise, if you want me to be honest.”  I shook, forgetting that I was no longer alone, ever.  

After a while, I must have drifted to sleep in my bath, I heard the door open, and someone creep into the bathroom. I was lifted up into large arms and a towel was placed over top of me. I snuggled into the chest of whoever was holding me, sighing softly. I was carried a good way before being placed down onto a something soft.  

I heard the water running again as I drifted in and out of consciousness. The bed dipped next to me, I rolled into a strong pair of arms and snuggled up against a hard chest. The scent was so intoxicating. I could feel my heart begin to race. 

 I was being held as I slept. At least he thought I was still asleep.