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off
the deep slumber to prowl cautiously to the surface. Her wolf was
ready, eager to emerge. She just had to find a way to let her wolf
out.
    Leah turned her face towards
the moon, and continued taking calm, steadying breaths. She could
smell the lake, the grass, the small flowers and the different scents
in the wind.
    Her lips curved in a smile
as she inhaled deeply. Everything smelled stronger, clearer,
fresher. She turned her head and sniffed. Was that...the scent of a
rabbit racing through the woods? And under the smell of the soil,
she could smell the busy, hurrying insects. She let out an
exhilarated laugh. Her sense of smell was heightened. And so was
her hearing. She could hear the scampering feet of the baby rabbit
in the middle of the woods as it hurtled into the burrow after its
mother. And she could make out the rustle of each leaf and the soft
footfall in the grass.
    And she could scent—him.
    She smiled quietly, but she
kept her eyes closed and she didn't turn around. He could watch her.
He'd always watched her anyway.
    She wouldn't be distracted.
She wouldn't fail now.
    Keeping her mind and her
hold on her wolf, she steeled herself and readied herself for the
shift. The first time was always the most difficult. But she was
ready. She could take the pain.
    Her eyes flew open at the
first deafening crack of bone. Her cry of shock and pain became a
howl, and when she blinked, the entire world looked different.
    Her eyesight had vastly
improved, and she could see the tiniest movement in the grass. It
was incredible.
    Running to the water's edge,
she peered at the mirrored surface of the lake and saw her
reflection. A beautiful brown wolf with startling green eyes stared
back at her.
    She was a wolf. A wolf!
She had shifted to wolf.
    Leah raised her head and
howled.
    That musical, joyous sound
was joined by a louder, stronger howl. Leah turned and saw a large
gray wolf standing behind her, watching her and protecting her. She
stared into Andrew's amber eyes and waited breathlessly as he padded
over to her.
    Andrew nuzzled her gently
and bent his head to touch his nose to hers. He growled softly and
nipped her neck.
    For a moment, they stood
facing each other under the full moon. Leah lowered herself to a
crouch, and sprang up. She was off like an arrow, running through
the grass and between the trees.
    She could scent him, hear
him, feel him following her closely. He hung back and gave her a
head start, before chasing her again. That was what wolves did.
They played, they chased, they hunted.
    She was a wolf, a hunter,
not an outcast and not a victim.
    Running back to the lake,
she shifted back to human form and retrieved her clothes. She
dressed quickly and whirled round to see Andrew stalking towards her.
He had shifted and thrown on his clothes as well. His jeans hung
low on his hips and his shirt flapped open.
    The moonlight played on his
ripped torso, highlighting the hard, defined planes and muscles on
his body. She felt her breath hitch and her pulse quicken. He was
so handsome, so beautiful, as a man, as a wolf. And he wanted her.
Always.
    “Your wolf is
beautiful,” he growled, coming up behind her and wrapping his
arms around her waist. “Just like you.”
    “You're the first man
to see my wolf,” she said coyly, kissing him back.
    There was a dark, wicked
glint in his eye. “But...I won't be the last,” he said.
“I want you to show our pack what you can do.”
    She smiled shyly. “Oh.”
    “I want everyone to
see your wolf. You are a werewolf, Leah. A true, real werewolf.”
    “I know!” She
rested her head on his broad shoulders and giggled. “It feels
amazing!”
    A giddy laugh bubbled from
her throat.
    She whooped delightedly and
shrieked when Andrew lifted her up and spun her around.
    “Stop! Put me down,”
she squealed, swatting at his arms. “Let me go!”
    “No.” He caught
her tightly in his arms, and she gasped at the fierce, feral heat in
his eyes. “I am never