Aria & Darren
Aria
A flicker of surprise crossed Darren’s face when I asked him to shift for me. I wasn’t even entirely sure why I had asked—simple curiosity, most likely. I wanted to see the color of his fur, his size, his wolf’s face.
But there was something else there, too. Another reason why I really wanted to know what he looked like in his wolf form.
His eyes had looked so familiar that day in the tent. And I supposed I just needed to see his coat, just to be sure. It seemed unlikely that that puppy that I had taken care of for the span of a few months all those years ago had been a werewolf, but…
I needed to see for myself. For a little bit of peace of mind, if nothing else. Maybe I was being silly, but I just needed to know for certain.
“You want to see me shif
