Page 658 of Love Bites

“He is known by many names.”

“You may call me Brother Wolf,” the shadowy figure said. “We are old friends, Chavvah.”

“I don’t understand.”

“He is of the spirit realm, another plane of existence. He is a guide.” Billy Bob stared intently into my eyes. “More specifically, he is my guide.”

“I am not exclusively yours, brother.”

Irritation passed over Billy Bob’s expression. “I realize that, Brother Wolf. What I don’t understand is why you’ve revealed yourself to Chavvah?”

“Because you asked me to.”

Billy Bob looked as confused as I felt. He turned, finally letting me go, and faced the shadow man. “I don’t understand.”

“When she was taken, brother. You prayed for intervention on her behalf.”

“You knew where she was?” Anger made his words crisp. “You knew the whole time? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Time. Place. These mean nothing to me. I could no more tell you where she was than tell you where she is now. Or you for that matter. I do not see the world as you do. I do not see with mortal eyes.”

“You could have told me she was okay.”

“But she wasn’t. I knew telling you would bring you pain.” The shadow pointed to me, and I could feel his hand on my shoulder. “You are strong, sister. Strong and brave. Then and now. Do not fear your destiny.” His form turned to Billy Bob. “You must be honest, brother. You must tell her the truth. She needs to accept who she is. She needs to accept what she must become.” And with those ominous words, the shadow dissolved against the sweat lodge wall.

When I was able to speak, I looked at Billy Bob, and asked, “What the fuck?”

“You are no longer only two-natured, Chavvah.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Last night, when you shifted…”

“Yes?”

“It wasn’t into a coyote.”

I had felt the transformation. I ran on four paws. I hadn’t hallucinated being in my animal form. “Now I’m really confused.”

“You changed into a wolf. An elegant brown and white timber wolf. I knew there was something about you, almost from the moment we met, but I never dreamed.” He shook his head. “I’ve dreamed of you, but I never dreamed I would find you.”

“Who do you think I am?” I couldn’t believe what he was saying.

“A spirit talker, like myself. A kindred wolf.” His eyes grew glassy with emotion. “A mate.” He touched my cheek. “My mate.”

Everything he said was too unreal to believe. It was as if he were speaking in a foreign language. “I better call the UN, because I think I need an interpreter.”

He huffed angrily then yanked me into his embrace. I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me with his lips. Unable to help myself, because, well, Billy Bob made my libido want to take charge, I leaned into him, my fingers threading through his hair as his tongue swept inside my mouth. The euphoria of his kiss was better than any anti-anxiety pill, and I rode the high that came in the form of this stubborn werewolf.

He stopped kissing me with the same suddenness in which he’d started. “Did you understand that, or do I need to call that interpreter?”

“Uhm,” I licked my lips and tasted a mixture of clay and spice. “I think I get the gist.” I looked down at my T-shirt. It was sprinkled with dried mud flakes from Billy Bob’s body. “You’re really covered in that stuff.”

He shook his head, and within seconds, he turned into a wolf. His gray eyes blinked up at me in a very serious manner. He was large, at least twice the size of a coyote male. I chewed my lower lip as the air around him began to shimmer. In a few more seconds, Billy Bob was standing in front of me again, his body free of dried clay, his loincloth on the ground, and his rigid erection very impressive.

“Better?”

“Uh…huh.” I licked my lips. He was a large man in every way, and frankly, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to handle him. But man-oh-man, did I want to find out.

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