Page 97 of The Wild Moon
It was like the effect of being around Aaron but stronger. Perhaps a true Alpha dulled the call of the Soulbond somehow? I didn’t know.
“I don’t suppose you were left with the powers of clothing,” I muttered, once more naked in front of him.
I almost covered up, but it hardly seemed to matter. This man, thisgod, had seen more of my titties than anyone, even my ex. What was some more at this point?
“Sorry.” Vir shook his head, then stopped suddenly, his face lighting up. “But wait. I have an idea.”
All at once, he was giant again. I yelped and backed away, the sudden transition catching me by surprise.
“Careful with that! You’ll hurt someone.”
“No, I won’t,” Vir rumbled, reaching down.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He tore off a strip of his gray sweat pants and handed it to me. Then he tore a longer part off the other side and tossed it to me. When he shrunk back to human size, I was ready this time, though I was still holding the two pieces of clothing.
“There you go,” he said. “Put them on.”
“On?” I asked, looking at them.
“Tube top and skirt,” he said. “Best I can do on short notice.”
“You have got to be–fine,” I said, doing as he suggested.
Shockingly, they fit. Not well, and any abrupt movement was likely to send the top down to my waist, and I didn’t have underwear on, but it would work for the moment. In times like this, there was little room to be picky.
“Okay, come on,” I said. “Let’s get out of here before Johnathan or his friends notice I’m back—”
With my mind shifting gears and considering escape, I finally had the time to look around. We were in a cavern. Not a tunnel.
“Vir,” I said slowly.
“Yes?”
“Where are we?” I asked calmly as the drumming in my head grew stronger once more. “This isn’t where I went through.”
“Another exit,” Vir asked. “What’s wrong?”
By now, I was holding my head, the pain threatening to make me delirious.
“My Soulbond,” I hissed as it stabbed deep into my skull. “I’ve denied it too long. I feel like I’m being torn in two, Vir. Part of me is pulling me to him.”
I lifted a hand to point, not that it mattered.
“A part of you?” Vir said. “Not all of you?”
“No,” I whispered, eyes closed as I tried not to scream. “Another part of me is guiding me that way.”
I pointed off to one side, a hundred or so degree angle away from Johnathan. “But that one doesn’t hurt. It just…pulls at me. If that makes any sense.”
Vir stared in the direction I’d pointed. “Yes,” he said quietly. “It does.”
“What is wrong with me?” I whimpered.
“I’m not sure,” Vir said, his gaze traveling to me, watching me curiously.
“Great.” I stood up, the room spinning slightly from the pain in my skull. “We should get going then. Before they find us. If I can feel him now, then Johnathan will be coming for me, and I won’t be of much use to you against him or his little gang. Maybe if we build enough of a lead, we can catch up to my guide. Together, we could probably hold Johnathan off long enough to get out of here.”
