There were stilltwo-hundred men left in the competition, so it lasted hours, and was incredibly boring to watch.
Sable kept bugging me about wanting to shift, so partway through, I finally gave in and dragged Callum to the bathroom.
He took my clothes as I stripped, and to his credit, didn't look surprised or annoyed when Sable spent the second half of the day sitting at his feet. Sable kept licking him in random places. She licked Liv, too. She even licked the bottom hem of Merrily's pants, just once.
When she eyed Dare's hand, Callum's mind met mine. We hadn't used the mental bond in a few days, so being hit with that level of intensity again made my head spin a little.
"Tell her not to lick him,"
"Why?"
"She's mine."
Yeah... she was going to love that.
When I relayed the message, she rubbed up against Callum's calves playfully and set her head on his lap. He scratched behind her ears, relaxing in the uncomfortable folding chair.
"You don't care if she licks Liv or Merrily?"
"Liv and Merrily are not attracted to women, so no."
We didn't speak again for a few minutes.
"Gwen keeps looking over at you,"Callum said.
I told Sable, and she lazily looked at our sister.
Sure enough, she was staring at us. Her eyes looked different, though.
"It's Audrey!"Sable's happiness was so powerful, it legitimately crashed into me."She must miss us."
Shit.
When Sable got enthusiastic like that...
She was on her feet and trotting over to our sister almost instantly, ignoring my protest.
"Stay there. Sable just wants to see Audrey, Gwen's wolf. We're fine,"I told Callum quickly.
"What?"he growled at me.
"Gwen's not looking at us. Audrey is."
"Werewolves are so fucking complicated."
"I know. Should've picked a different kind of immortal as your soulmate."
Gwen's eyes went wide, and she managed to stand before Audrey forced a shift. Her clothes stretched over her growing, furry form, looking painfully tight as an identical wolf with curly blonde fur replaced my sister.
Sable and Audrey collided, sniffing and bumping each other.They graduated to full on wrestling pretty quickly.
Losing control to your wolf was hardly a rarity in the orchard, though we did usually manage to get our clothes off before that happened.
One of the guards stepped in to continue announcing the challenges.
"None of the fighting wolves have had curly fur,"Callum said into my mind while our wolves played."Is there a reason?"
"It's rare for werewolves, but it doesn't mean anything."
