Dastien’s laughter echoed through the woods. He was hiccupping he was laughing so hard.
Dude better watch himself. I had some nasty teeth in this form.
His laughter died. I heard the sound of the plastic bin opening and something being unzipped. “You’re not stuck,” he said. “Just picture yourself in human form, and you’ll change.”
Oh crap. Could he hear what I was thinking now? “Yeah.”
Not cool.
“Come on. It’s kind of cool.” Stalker. Creepo.
“I’m not a creepo. I’m your mate. It’s like the visions though. You can block it whenever you want. You’re just shouting your thoughts really loudly right now.”
He squatted beside me, now wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and took my face in his hands. “Do it, Tess. Picture yourself on two feet and you will be.” He ran his hands through the fur
