The almost haunted tone behind Dante’s voice had Mj wondering what the hell kind of shower he had taken, but she tucked the thought away and headed for the bathroom once more. As she looked at herself in the mirror and almost ritualistically grabbed for the hair tie she had on her wrist she paused and thought about what Dante had said, about wanting to see it free, Mj combed her fingers through her hair mindlessly as she thought about what to do.
She shook her head out and inspected the way her hair fell in lazy twisted tendrils, like deep red seaweed drifting on the ocean’s surface. “Beautiful” the word tenderly drifted into her mind and Mj smiled when she felt the wolf’s warmth invade her body like a warm blanket. She hummed in satisfaction and closed her eyes to soak up the feeling “welcome back” she whispered out loud and Theron
