Parker's hand grips her hip. “Genie.”
Almost. My wolf drags a paw, digging furrows into metaphysical soil of our shared consciousness.
“Genie.” Parker's voice chokes out in a broken sound somewhere between a gasp and a growl as fur ripples up her flexing forearms. “Fuck. Oh, Goddess. Fuck.”
It only takes moments, between one breath and the next Genie trades her skin for a thick coat of rich fur and Parker makes another sputtering, gasping sound as she leaps away from him and rushes past me.
My wolf's claws scrap against the thin barrier between us.The door is closed.
“What...” Parker breathes. “What are you doing?”
My lips twist into a smile. “Letting her run.”
“Go.” Parker rolls onto his back, his hand cupping his dick. “I'll catch up.”
I turn from him and towards the front door. Genie is raking her nails down the wood from window to floor when I cross into the main part of the cabin. She hops and skids away from me when I approach the door.
“Easy, baby. Just using my opposable thumbs.” I twist the knob and push open the door. “There you go. Better run. I'm only giving you a few seconds.”
She huffs and bounds out the door, her tail swishing against my calves when she rushes past.
My wolf starts the countdown.
Five.
I kick off my shorts.
Four.
I roll my neck, my shoulders, and stretch my arms up and from side to side.
Three.
The shift begins rolling through me as Parker barks at me to fucking go from the nest.
Two.
I drop to the floor as my wolf leaps forward, taking full control.
One. I finish the countdown as I sprint out the door on four paws.
If Genie's scent was delicious with my human nose, it's absolutely mouthwatering now. My skull tingles with the delectable notes as I follow the path she set.
Her trail winds through the trees and brush. There doesn't seem to be any reason to the path. It's more like a rushed meander but that's okay. This isn't about the end destination. It's about the chase and that's exactly what she's leading me down. A soft breeze brings the scents of several pack members, none of them close and I know none of them are a threat, but my mate is in heat. Everyone registers as the possibility of a threat to her regardless of what I know.
A quick flicker of movement to my left has me snarling, but it's only a squirrel too busy with his own problems to realize he's part of mine.
Let go.
I don't want to let go.
Let go, human. You are too easily distracted. This is my chase.
I stubbornly dig my heels into the space between me and my wolf.I want to chase her, too.
Give me this. You will have her for days at the den you made for her. The other is coming to guard.
The other?
