Chapter 41: Too loud
Chapter 41
Cameron
We walk back to the cabin.
Correction—I walk. She struts.
Me? I’m just trying not to have a full-blown existential crisis in the middle of the goddamn forest. Because... what the fuck happened last night?
Firstly—and I feel like I need to say this slowly for my own brain to process—Ihad the best sex of my entire life.
And then I turned into a whole ass animal.
Not figuratively. Not emotionally. Literally. Fur, claws, teeth—the works. I bit her. Claimed her. Shifted. Full transformation. Then proceeded to run around in the woods like something out of a National Geographic special, with her—who also turned into a very smug white wolf—nipping at my heels and laughing in wolf language, apparently.
I’m not even sure if I should be embarrassed or proud. Probably both.
She hasn’t said much about it. Probably giving me space. Emotional support in the form of silence. Goddess bless her. Because yeah, I’m processing.
I look at her and then look away before she catches me staring like a dazed idiot.
I walk shirtless because she’s wearing my shirt—and humming. Actually humming. Like some satisfied forest nymph who just survived a life-altering storm and came out gleaming. There’s this soft sway in her step, a looseness to her shoulders, a glow to her skin.