I rolled over, looking up at the log ceiling. We were in a small cabin, the hearth glowing bright orange on the other side of the room.
“Again with this. You would fill me with power, per our agreement.”
His rough hand cupped one of my breasts, and he rolled closer, his thin lips caressing my neck.
“Your soul is worth more than a bit of power. What if I could help you get it back?”
“What does one need with a soul?” I asked, sitting up. “Such a useless concept.”
“Perhaps not in the literal sense.” He moved close enough that I could feel his breath. “Do you really feel nothing?”
“I feel the warmth of the fire and a pain in my loins. I want to feel that pain again, beast.”
“Darius. You have not told me your name.”
I pushed him down and climbed on top, guiding his half-hard cock to the aching space that desired to be filled.
“I have no name, and your name means nothing to me.”
The vision faded, and this time we were in a different place. The cabin was slightly larger, and I lay naked in the bed as Mosavi stepped into the room. He wore a white dress shirt and black slacks. He was human, though he looked much younger.
“Why do you take that ridiculous form? The other elders are supposed to teach you potency and strength. Humans have neither of those things.”
“It is a new skill, and one that may prove useful. I thought this would please you.”
I grew hot with annoyance. “You thought wrong. I only hunger for the wolf, not—whatever this is.”
“This is who I was, Willa.”
“I told you not to call me that,” I said, pointing sharp nails at his body. His new clothes tore away from him, leaving his dark, handsome figure naked in the middle of the room. “At least that is still the same size.”
“You will not tell me your name, so Willa is your name now,” he growled impatiently before climbing into bed. “And I will not be your beast tonight. My name is Darius.”
“Does your cock still work?” I asked. “Or has it been crippled by this new form?”
“Do you really feel nothing at all for me?”
“I only feel hunger.”
The room faded again and morphed into a larger house. Mosavi stepped into the bedroom in his human form before removing his shirt, his thick chest hair giving him a wilder look.
“I am on the council,” he said, but his voice lacked any enthusiasm. “I made the proposal for the enchantments to keep werewolves from being drawn into the woods. The others agreed.”
“Why do you care?” I asked. “Witches need that power. Why do you disrupt the natural order?”
“Why did you?” he rebutted.
“I told you already.”
“And you lied.” He removed his pants and shoes before his body began to transform back into huge werewolf. “You do not know why you lied, but you did.”
“This again. Why can you just not be content with lust?”
“This is our sanctuary,” Mosavi shouted, his voice shaky as he grabbed my arms. “You broke your coven, Willa. He no longer has any hold over you.”
“You tread dangerously.”
“I do not care. I know you will not enslave me, or you would have done it when you helped me escape.” His eyes glowed silver again. “I always sense the real you with the vironoct. His influence has been slipping year-by-year, and yet you still fight to keep it.”
