Perhaps after the eclipse, I’ll have time to do that. It feels like it might be a good way to get better at being a wolf.
“Over here,” Fenris said, breaking my train of thought.
I whipped around, about to ask how on earth he could speak as a wolf only to realize he’d shifted back—and had brought us to a clearing that he’d clearly visited before. Spread before us was a soft, checkered blanket and the most luxurious picnic spread I’d ever seen. The sweet aromas of chocolate and berries drifting toward me made my mouth water, and as I stepped forward, my wolf abruptly gave up control, as if sensing this was best left to the human side.
I silently tried to express my appreciation as I joined Fenris, folding my legs as I sat down on the blanket. “This is beautiful!” I exclaimed, glancing aro
