The Wolf and the Succubus
My eyes always were the first change.
I rubbed my temples, willing her to calm down. Soon, I whispered. Soon. She growled, I could feel her pacing impatiently. She was bored and hungry, a bad combination for any wolf. “I think I’m going to have to go for a run tonight, Luke. She’s feeling cooped up.”
“I’ll come with you, ma’am,” he whispered, head still bowed.
“You can look up, Luke. She’s calm for now.”
He glanced up, nervous. “You need to feed.”