SHE FELT HIM BEFORE he walked in the room. Maybe it was being around all these wolf people, but all of her senses had ratcheted up to eleven. Things she hadn't noticed before became sharpened. The earthy scent of the forest no fancy candle company could replicate. The softness of the well-worn sheets. The heat of a naked Warren curled against her.
This was nothing like being naked with under a heap of blankets, her son sprouting fur and fangs. He'd been right, of course. There was nothing s****l about the transition ritual. It was a scary, unpredictable event that nothing in her thirty-nine years could ever have prepared her for.
A few moments later, Warren shifted and moved to get out of bed.
“Don't go,” she said reaching for him.
She looked at him with new eyes, eyes sensitive needs
