Mated to the Night Wolf
He blinked, as if in both shock and yet, nothing else but this made sense.
I leave him to his thoughts, scanning his surroundings instead.
"Now that we have come to an understanding, it is clear to me you can not shift because ..." I cock an eyebrow at the crumbs that surround him and the half-eaten cake, which is more or less two times larger than he is.
Faeries are not like we wolves. They have no stubborn restless beasts that share their bodies. They shift with magic, reshaping themselves.
He gasps, "Are you calling me fat?!"