All Together Again

Havermouth, Present Time

Watching Heath shift revealed just how much their mate had changed, Rhett thought, his fear a nausea in his stomach. Shifting was never effortless, although time and practice made it easier, but for Heath there was a pause, a suspension between the two forms. It wasn’t the same as holding the shift – then the wolf came and went, hair sprouting and bones and joints cracking. That was not something that any werewolf could hold for long, although it added a whole other dimension to sex, Rhett admitted ruefully, both being the recipient of and the one to knot into their mate.

No, with Heath, it was as if there existed a third form between man and wolf, one which his body wanted to assume, but that he had to push through. The third form was terrifying, powerfully muscled, clawed, and fanged, covered with a pelt of white hair that was not as thick nor as long as a wolf’s and with eyes that glowed ruby-red.

As Heath pushed past it into full wolf and shook his hair ou