reach around you more easily on the floor.”
Simon chuffed happily and led them to the center of the living room. He unceremoniously laid himself out in the middle of the room and waited, tail thumping against the wood flooring.
He watched as Cade shook his head and took a seat in the corner chair. Anna was a little tentative as she figured out where best to sit and place her hands. The moment she settled on a position , he felt the energy flow from her hands to his body. He let out a huge sigh of relief and began to rumble. She gradually moved her hands around his body until her arms were wrapped around him, holding him in a gentle hug.
God, it felt so good to be held when he felt like a pile of miss matched parts and pieces instead of a complete wolf or man. He had always been in control, strong. The person everyone depended on. But that man had slowly faded week by week , minute by minute. Until it was an effort to just remember to breathe.
Shifters thrive on touch. Crave d skin-to-skin contact. A need so common and easy to fulfill that you take it for granted. If you sat back and watched a room full of people carefully, you could pick out the shifters quite easily. They are the ones touching this person’s arm and then that person’s shoulder. Running their palm down a friend’s hair.
It had never occurred to him when he enlisted in the marines that a simple thing like touch and contact would be as scarce as water in the desert. When a soldier was stationed in the U .S., it was fairly easy to find human or shifter contact but put that soldier male or female into boot camp, on a ship, or overseas for deployment and something so freely given was a rare commodity.
A human can handle the lack of contact fairly well and learns to adapt. A shifter suffers horribly with no way to get relief or feed the need. He gets by in the beginning with a feeling of mild annoyance like when you think you have forgotten something but can’t remember what. Then it grows into a mild hunger that no amount of food will assuage. Gradually it develops into a gnawing that slowly drives the shifter into severe depression.
Simon had been discharged from the Marines in a state of deep depression. When he first returned home he’d slept all day waking only to eat. Through almost constant touch, stroking, cuddling and contact with family and shifter friends he was now able to function fairly well. He was still very quiet and withdrawn but he improved every day. It was rare to see him without someone touching him in some manner.
His whole sense of self had faded until his wolf was the only thing that held him together. So he had turned inside in order to survive. Through the love and staunch determination of his family combined with the encouragement from his wolf to rejoin the world , he was becoming the man he once was. Now, he had Anna too.
She spoke softly as they sat together on the floor for over an hour. She told him about herself, her sons, anything that came to mind.
Repeating the night before, her hands cooled, signaling she was finished for the day. As amazing as the energy felt it also wore him out. He gave her his wolfy thank you of a lick to the cheek and wondered to his bed for a nap.
The three of them fell into an easy routine. Every day he moved a little closer to the surface. Four weeks later he was able to shift and hold his human form for a short time. From that day forward he was able to hold his human form a little longer with each session. As Anna studied with Emma she learned to use the tools of a natural healer. Every few days she added a new aspect to her process, not only did she use energy, but she now incorporated herbs, crystals, and essential oils.
He could now shift for ten or fifteen minutes several times a day. He waited for Anna to remove her hands before he shifted. “I know I ’ve said it before, little sister, but thank you.”
She smiled warmly at him . “I love helping you, although I sometimes