Ezra
There is no day I shifted into my wolf without my conscious consent. Granted, my wolf spirit was strong, and there were times when I had to battle for supremacy to keep him under my control when he was riled up. But I had never in my life fallen asleep as a man, and woken up in my wolf, my clothes shredded to bits and still clinging to my fur, and a woman stroking my head like I was some sort of pet.
And my wolf was perfectly happy and content with the whole situation.
Luckily, as is my habit, I woke before dawn, and before Kristen Jackson was fully awake. I slipped into the bathroom to shift back into my human form, and wrapped a towel around my waist. Then I snuck back to her bed and cleaned up the bits and pieces of my torn clothing so that she would never guess what had transpi
