Chapter- Twenty Five
Augustus Alasdair was one of the rare werewolves who didn’t necessarily wish to live in their wolf skin; he shifted, he hunted, he marked and killed in his wolf form. It brought him that hint of closure, of a biological need, but at the end of the day he wanted to stand up right and stare at the world in his human skin, he wanted to walk on his legs, kiss someone with his lips, hold his mate’s hands and make her laugh with what he has to say. He fought as a wolf, but he lived and reigned in his human skin.
So he never transitions often or completely into his wolf form. That need doesn’t call to him, he doesn’t get manic over full moons, he doesn’t hide away in his wolf skin at the slightest hint of stress, he wanted to face and fight with his eyes set and hands firm,
