After we ate a quick meal, Makya went into the tent. I hesitated to follow him in now. For years we had been on over night hunting trips, even two to three day trips and it had never been awkward. You shared tent space, and you shared warmth. But now… now things were different. Or were they? Maya, one of Makya’s fluffy white Seppala Siberian husky, with a light gray patchwork covering her fur, whined at me. I wondered over and rubbed her head as she nuzzled in close. “How are you doing girl? Your paws doing ok?” I lifted her feet checking each of the paws after the hard run. They seemed to be doing well, so I figured she must just want the attention. I finally stood, needing to warm myself in the tent, but was followed by Maya. “You joining us in the tent then? Well, I suppose you could help break any tension there. Come on, you can be my cuddle bug tonight.” I went into the tent to find Makya stripped down to his thermal pants. Thin angry red slashes

When I opened my eyes, the ground was much closer than I was used to. I looked around but didn’t see Stella any more. The Morrigan looked down at me and smiled. DOWN! Before, the Morrigan and I were of a similar height, now she towered over me! “Tis a good look on you lass. It will take some time for you and Stella to adjust to each other, but teach each other well, and grow together.” Brigit stepped forward, her blonde hair swaying in a light breeze, “Child, return here in three months time for the second blood moon.” I let out a yip of agreement, then horrified at the sound I made I tried to cover my mouth, only to find my chin on the ground as I covered my shout with paws! I looked up at Brigit, horrified. “Now, now, dear Eileen. There is nothing to be so terrified about. My daughter Stella has a lovely body. You will find it strong and powerful. You two just need to learn to communicate and share its form. Let her guide you during this tim

No more holding back. Family wishes be damned, coven designs for an alliance with that Arvin guy can piss off. I reached out from under the covers and hooked Makya’s beltloop, tugging him over. I rose up onto my knees and looked him in the eyes. Those warm chocolate brown eyes. I don’t know if Stella’s emotions mixed with mine but my body shook with suppressed excitement and I leaned in and kissed him. Makya, perhaps a bit surprised by my ardor, responded a heartbeat later, quickly adjusting to my enthusiasm. His arms wrapped around me and pinned my hands to his chest. Thanks the gods he has not bothered to put his shirt back on. My hands roved his toned pecks, toying with his suspender straps before I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingers into those corded shoulder blade muscles. His fingers threaded through my hair and I tilted my head back as his lips left mine and slowly worked their way down my neck, sending tingles down my skin at every touch.

I nuzzled Convil again before sending him on his way with a mental command. “You make that look natural,” Makya whispered in my ear as he walked past me.  “What?” “Working with that wolf. It’s like you can talk to him as if he understands you and obeys.” “He can. why wouldn’t he?” I realized the absurdity of that statement the second it left my mouth. In my mind, I could hear a rumbling snarl that I took to be Stella laughing at my plight. Makya looked hard at me and I wasn’t sure how to take that look. “What do you mean he can understand you?” I huffed at him. “Why is this so hard to understand? Zophiel understands you well enough, doesn’t he?” Makya considered that and seemed to accept it. “I suppose there is something to that. Zophiel and I have been together since he was an eaglet, fresh from the nest.” “Well, does anything that happened at seven lakes have a rational explanation?” Makya signed as he wa

The snarls set my nerves on edge and I wondered if I should lash out with a tendril of mental command. ‘Hide, conceal.’ Came Stella mental prod. It was not a tone of concern at the pack’s behavior, but more wary caution. I decided she might be right. There was no point in letting the pack know that I could hear their pack link. ‘Stella, this Alpha… Arvin?’ I pondered. ‘Yes, dominance. Power. Control.’ A shiver came down the mental link. ‘Darkness.’ That darkness more than anything is what I was worried about while we were here. Pay our respects to their dead and be gone. My aunt could keep her ties if she so desired. I wanted nothing to do with them. Mr. Bodolf glared at the pack and I could feel the mental slap that whipped out from him, causing all of the males to step back, as if physically hit. “Let us get our guests back to the mansion. The others should be back in the morning. we need to prepar