Vandera lifts her chin at me, her eyes full of laughter.

“That’s bullshit. I want a takeback. How is a tail a power boost?” I hop off the table, looking over my body.

“Magic often has different definitions of power than us.” The witch shrugs. “Though you can’t go full wolf, you retain the power to speak while shifted. Each of magic’s creations has its own gifts. Who knows what you’re capable of, Gunnar?”

I grab the offending tail, trying to look where the fuck it’s coming from. It’s a fluffy mixture of russet brown, like the rest of my fur. “Why is it so weirdly long though, Vandera?”

My tail jumps from my hand, swishing with a mind of its own.

“That’s what she said.” The witch busts up laughing at her own joke.

“A fucking tail,” I mumble, appalled.

“I think it’s cute, pup.” Fennik rubs his thumb over the spot where my new tail emerges from the split ass of my cargo pants.

My entire body goes rigid as a pleasure so intense runs through me that my dick pushes against the confines of the cage, trying to harden. It forces the metal spikes of the dragon’s teeth to graze along my glans. I swear if I could, I would come. I whimper instead.

I guess the extra libido kick stays, but at least I can sort of think straight.

“And that, gentlemen, is my cue,” Vandera calls.

She follows up with instructions, then the bell above the door of her workshop jingles as she exits, but I can’t focus on the witch.I go back to studying my body. My claws are still the same, my brown arm fur tapering above my wrists. Same furry-ass human torso and clawed feet. I feel my face. Still the weird wolf-man beast. Bummer. A small part of me hoped the super spell would fix my wolf.

My wolf's jaws snap in my mind, offended. He recedes, giving me back my body by shifting so fast I barely feel the change.

That’s when I see the brand. It was covered by fur before. It does look like a tattoo, though the skin is raised like a scar. It’s Randi as a red dragon, her wings spread wide and her tail circling around my pec.

A burst of that home feeling hits again. I grin at Fennik. “Let’s go see what these new powers can do.”

He nods, his face transforming into a grin that makes his grumpy personality worth it just for this one smile. “The shooting range first. Let’s see if the enhanced sight will help you finally hit a target.”

I gawk over my shoulder as we exit the workshop. “You can’t make jokes. I already decided you’re Silent Wolf. Silent Wolf can’t be funny.”

Fennik’s lips twitch as he tries to hold in another grin.

“I’ll race you. I bet with my new powers and your old-man speed, I can beat your full wolf.”

Fennik stops, eyeing me sternly. “Is that a bet you want to make, pup?”

It's too bad for him. A stern daddy is just my type. “If I win, when you carry me to bed tonight, it won’t be to my own.”

Before Fennik answers, I’m already calling my wolf to the surface. He’s salty, but he never turns down a chance to run.Fennik’s calculating grin sends a thrill of danger straight up my spine.

“When I win, pup, I’ll call the shots tonight.” He doesn’t wait, leaping into the air and shifting. His fancy suit splits, and shredded clothing launches out behind him.

I’m not far behind. Before long, I overcome him, taunting him as I pass. His wolf snaps at me, but I’m already ahead. We weave through the property, passing the guard getting ready for their shifts at Frenzy. Back around the garage and into the clearing, I keep the lead, but as we round the guard buildings, the white-and-grey wolf gives a burst of speed, darting around me.

Fennik was holding out, playing with me. He sails past in a full sprint before skidding to a halt and panting in front of the first target in the range.

“You cheated. You let me think you were slow,” I grumble around shallow breaths.

I can practically feel his wolf’s laughter.

Winded, I double over and clutch my knees. “Fine. But after target practice, I need a second dinner. Apparently, I need my strength.”

Fennik’s wolf trots over and licks my hand.

“Yeah, yeah. I should’ve known.”