Rite of Submission
I’d never shifted before and was beyond puberty, when Lycans usually met their wolf spirit and made their first shift.
“But,” she twisted her hands in her lap, “I can feel you scenting me from way over there.” I felt my eyes widen, and clamped my hands over my mouth and nose, horrified and trying to block the sweet aroma I was breathing in. “You must’ve inherited strong senses, like I did. But,” she blushed, “I don’t suppose, I mean maybe… are you a lesbian too?”
My jaw went slack as my hands dropped. “Are you?” the words just fell out of my mouth.
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