Dastien bounded toward me in wolf-form. I stopped in the middle of the dirt road and he tackled me to the ground. Thank God we’d done so much training lately. I knew how to take a fall without hurting anything. Or, more accurately, without hurting anything too badly. I hit the road, careful to curl into my stomach so my head wouldn’t slam into the compacted dirt. Wolf- Dastien ran his nose over every inch of me. He growled when he got to my hand and then licked it. And then sneezed on it.
“Gross.” I wiped my hand off.
He did the wolf-version of a grunt, which came out more like a whine.
When he was done with his inspection, he plopped down on top of me and rubbed his nose against my neck.
“Jeeze. You weigh a million pounds. Get off.” I tried to move him but he wouldn’t budge. “Babe. I
