Panting, they stared at each other, still brothers, still bound, but now something more.Wolves under this new moon.
Nolan lifted his head, voice rough even in his head in his new form.“We find her.Whoever she is ...we find her.”
Isaac’s answering growl was fierce, unyielding.Together, they vowed under the new moon’s shadow, with the echoes of their dream still burning in their blood, to seek the mate fate had ripped from them.
Chapter Three
The kitchen smelledlike heaven.Bacon, eggs, pancakes—everything they’d thrown into the pan after shifting back left the counters a war zone, but neither of them cared.Isaac leaned back in his chair wearing nothing but shorts, plate piled high, fork moving like a machine.Hunger gnawed at every inch of him, a hunger that wasn’t just physical but something primal, something newly awakened.His stomach cramped with the sheer intensity of it, as if the shift had burned through every reserve his body had ever carried.
Nolan shoveled in his food with the same abandon, half a pancake stuffed into his mouth.“So ...we’re shifters,” he mumbled through a spray of crumbs.
Isaac arched a brow, chewing methodically, his manners still intact despite the fact that he was eating like a starving wolf.“You don’t say.Thought maybe the claws and the howling were just a new allergy.”
Nolan snorted, almost choking, and reached for the orange juice to wash it down.“Yeah, real funny.I mean—what the hell does that even mean for us?For the world?One minute I’m dreaming of battlefields, the next I’m sprouting fur like some kind of werewolf extra in a bad movie.”
Isaac gestured with his fork toward the muted TV across the room.“Guess we’ll find out.I’m sure CNN has a breaking news banner.‘People around the world burst into animals.Experts blame climate change.’”
Nolan barked a laugh and flicked a crumb at him.“Nah, they’d blame TikTok.Everything’s TikTok’s fault.Or maybe avocado toast.”
Isaac chuckled, shaking his head.“Imagine the hashtags.#HowlTok.#WolvesOfWallStreet.#AlphaFails.”
Nolan perked up instantly, eyes glinting.“Don’t tempt me.I could go viral in five minutes.Shirt off, shorts low, wolf ears just starting to sprout—bam.Ten million likes.”
Isaac groaned and dragged a hand down his face.“God help our kind if you’re the spokesperson.”
They switched on the news anyway, grease-stained fingers fumbling for the remote.Weather.Sports.Politics.Absolutely nothing about anyone else turning furry.The silence of it made Isaac frown.
“Nothing,” Nolan muttered.“Not a damn thing.You’d think someone else would be howling about it.I mean, come on—what are the odds we’re the only two?”
Isaac leaned back, expression thoughtful, tapping the handle of his fork against his plate.“Nope.And you know why?”He tapped his temple.“Because the second we shifted, we knew.This world isn’t ready for the truth.Not yet.People lose their shit over pineapple on pizza.Imagine telling them their neighbor sprouts fur and turns into a fuck-off huge wolf at will?”
Nolan grinned, lips shiny with syrup.“Yeah, that’d go over well.‘Hi, we’re with the Fire Department.Also, I can turn into a 200-pound wolf.Don’t worry, totally house trained.’”
Isaac smirked.“You’d leave a note in the kitchen that says, ‘Don’t feed after midnight.May bite.’”
“Damn straight.”Nolan licked his fork clean.“We could start our own YouTube channel.‘Firehouse Wolves: Watch Us Save Cats from Trees, Then Eat a Steak Raw.’”
