A feminine yelp escapes me as Walter jumps into the air next to me, screeching. I hold the blanket close to my chest as the world’s biggest wolf stands in my doorway.
I’ve seen the shifters afar on rare occasions, thinking they were the size of normal wolves, or perhaps Silas’ wolf is just abnormally huge. The brown wolf before me stands at what I imagine would be my height.
He isn’t snarling or looking threatening as his paws propel him to the bed.
“Stun him, do something, stupid girl,”Walter says, but I just lie there frozen as the wolf approaches me.
Deep down, something tells me he means me no harm. Is Silas seeing all this? Or is he completely absent when his wolftakes over? The shifters, like witches, clutch our secrets close, neither group knowing much about the other.
I grip the bedding like a lifeline as the wolf places his muzzle on the bed, a needy whine ripping through his throat. I swallow thickly as I look into his golden brown eyes. Perhaps the wolf is kinder than the man?
I hold out my hand, going to pet the top of his head as Walter hisses next to me. The wolf glares at my familiar with disinterest as I place my hand on his downy fur, stroking the top of his head and petting back his ears.
The wolf presses further into my hand, like my touch is something to be cherished.
“I’m sorry that grumpy asshole keeps you bottled up,” I tell him.
I swear to Hecate, if a wolf can smile, this one just did. I scratch his head, under his jaw and behind his ears, he seems to love it.
“I need to get some sleep,” I tell the wolf and he tilts his head.
The wolf doesn’t retreat. Instead, he jumps up on the bed and turns three times before lying on top of the sheets and resting his head on my calves. I blink down at him, too afraid to tell him no.
Walter glares at the beast and hisses.
“Get that mangy mutt out of our bed.”
I don’t want to piss off the wolf, so instead I pet Walter a few times, and he bites my hand.
“Ouch,” I snap at Walter, who grimaces at me.
“Now you’re rubbing his scent on me. Just tell me you hate me, Violet,”the cat complains, jumping off my bed and leaving the room, likely going to sleep in the other guest room upstairs.
I could have offered it to Silas. It would have been a hell of a lot more comfortable than the couch, but I didn’t feel like he deserved it. Not after refusing to give me a ride earlier and hissour mood. I did teleport home once it was safe but he doesn’t know that.
“Maybe you should stay in this form all the time,” I tell the wolf.
He nuzzles against my legs, his eyes closing and I do the same. I should be scared and unable to sleep with him here. Yet, I doze off nearly instantly.
I’m not sure why, but I get the best sleep I’ve had in fourteen years.
When I wake up, there are no animals in my bed and I almost wonder if I dreamt last night up. I mean, there’s no way that Silas’ wolf took over and snuggled me in the night. There’s just no damn way. If anything, his beast would hate me more than the man does?
Instead of pondering it too long, I get ready for my day. We have council this morning and the last thing I need is to show up late and raise any flags that something is wrong. Like the fact I got married to the Alpha pack leader. Who slept on my couch, and quite possibly my bed last night.
I shower quickly and cast a quick spell on my hair and face. Beauty charms are one perk of being a witch. I’m able to get ready in a matter of minutes.
The full moon is in five days and we need to prepare, especially after our less than poor meeting with the other supernaturals.
I wear a purple dress with golden crescent moons before sliding on my boots and carefully walking downstairs. Silas could still be here, hell, there could be a wolf sleeping on my couch.
Instead, when I walk down into the living room, I find a shirtless Silas, an arm slung over his eyes as his chest rises and falls. A black sheet covers the rest of his body and Walter sits on the coffee table, staring at the man, and likely plotting his murder.
Silas is lucky that Walter’s magical abilities aren’t vast, or he would be shit out of luck.
“Do not kill him while I’m gone,” I tell Walter in a soft voice.
“No promises,”he replies, retracting his claws in and out of his paw pad.
