“Why don’t we talk after. Wouldn’t want to waste a good dream, after all.” He tried to kiss me again, but I swatted him on the shoulder. He just laughed and dropped his lips to my shoulder, trying to tease the strap of my tank top to the side without me noticing.
“I’m serious. And this isn’t a dream, not really.”
That froze him in his tracks. He lifted his head, eyes glowing slightly with the influence of his wolf. “What do you mean?”
“I mean the Athabascan pack has a special herb blend that makes you dream walk. This is… really us. Mostly.” I waved toward our bodies still on the bed, and his expression grew solemn. “I want to know why you won’t shift back.”
He jerked like I’d slapped him. “But I bit you last night. If this isn’t a dream…” He tipped my head gently to the side, baring t
