<b>Chapter </b>20
<b>Skye’s </b><b>POV </b>
<b>I </b>stood awkwardly on the shoreline, my new four legs trembling beneath me as I tried to maintain bnce,
My mind raced toprehend this impossible transformation.
For twenty–one years, I had been denied this experience–this fundamental part of being a werewolf.
Yet here I stood, in wolf form atst, my coat the same silver as my human hair.
<b>Adrian’s </b>expression shifted from surprise to open admiration, a smile spreading across his face as he watched me struggle to coordinate my new limbs.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, his amber eyes gleaming. ‘I’ve never seen a wolf with such a pure silver coat before<b>.</b><b>” </b>
His words sent an unexpected thrill through me. I had spent so long being the pack disappointment, the girl without a wolf<b>, </b>that his admiration felt <b>almost </b>foreign–but undeniably wee.
Adrian waded out of theke, water streaming from his clothes. He nodded toward the SUV parked <b>nearby</b><b>, </b>then held up <b>one </b>finger in a gesture asking me to wait.
He disappeared behind the vehicle, and momentster, a
Magnificent gray wolf emerged.
The gray wolf<b>–</b>Adrian<b>–</b>padded toward me, his movements fluid and confident in stark <b>contrast </b>to my <b>clumsy </b>stance<b>. </b>He approached slowly<b>, </b>as <b>if </b>sensing <b>my </b>nervousness, then gently nudged his muzzle against my neck in greeting.
I understood instinctively what he was trying tomunicate. Wolves within the same pack could use mind–link tomunicate telepathically, but Adrian <b>and </b>I belonged to different packs<b>. </b>
Without that bond<b>, </b><b>we </b>couldn’t share thoughts, but his intention <b>was </b>clear: he wanted to teach me how to move in this new <b>form</b><b>, </b>to run and experience the
freedom that came with it.
This <b>was </b>a werewolf’s <b>first </b>lesson after shifting–learning to embrace the wolf<b>, </b>to move with it rather than fight against it.
With Adrian beside me, I took my first tentative steps, my paws sinking slightly into the soft earth near theke<b>. </b>
My movements were awkward at <b>first</b><b>, </b>my limbs not quite coordinating the way I wanted them to. I stumbled more than <b>once</b><b>, </b>but Adrian remained demonstrating the proper gait, showing me how to distribute my weight.
patient,
Gradually, I found my rhythm. What started <b>as </b>a hesitant walk became <b>a </b>trot, and then, as confidence surged through me, a full run. Adrian raced alongside <b>me</b><b>, </b>asionally darting ahead to lead <b>the </b>way through the sparse desert vegetation, always circling
Back to <b>ensure </b>I was keeping <b>up</b>.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced–my powerful muscles working in perfect harmony, the wind rushing through my <b>fur</b><b>, </b>scents flooding my sensitive nose<b>. </b>
I could smell everything: the water of theke behind us, the desert flowers blooming despite the arid climate<b>, </b>small creatures hiding beneath rocks, and Adrian’s distinctive ocean <b>scent </b>beside me<b>. </b>
<b>I </b>felt <b>like </b><b>I </b><b>was </b>flying.
As midday approached, the desert heat intensified, beating down even on the greener oasis areas.
My initial burst of excitement began to wane, my pace slowing as fatigue set in. My tongue lolled from my mouth as I panted heavily,
the dust<b>. </b>
<b>Paws </b><b>dragging </b>in
<b>Adrian </b><b>noticed </b>immediately. <b>He </b>circled back <b>to </b>my side, nudging <b>me </b>gently in the direction of theke. <b>The </b><b>cool </b>water beckoned<b>, </b><b>promising </b><b>relief </b><b>from </b><b>the </b>heat.
<b>When </b><b>we </b>reached the <b>shore</b><b>, </b>Adrian <b>surprised </b>me <b>by </b>shifting back to his human form right <b>before </b><b>my </b><b>eyes</b>. His transformation was fluid <b>and </b><b>graceful</b><b>, </b><b>the </b>
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<b>gray </b><b>wolf </b><b>melting </b>away <b>to </b><b>reveal </b><b>the </b>man.
<b>Despite </b><b>having </b>seen <b>him </b>naked once before when he saved me in the parking lot–heat rose to my face (or would have, if wolves could blush<b>)</b>.
His <b>body </b>was a perfect blend of strength and elegance, muscles defined but not overstated, his skin bronzed from the desert sun.
The first shift back to human form can be a bit painful, he exined, his voice gentle.
I hesitated, suddenly self–conscious about being naked in front of him. But there was no alternative; my clothesy in a heap by thekeside, and I couldn’t stay <b>in </b>wolf form forever.
Following Adrian’s instructions, I focused on my human self, visualizing the transformation. The pain was sharp but briefer than the initial shift, <b>my </b>and muscles remembering their original configuration.
<b>When </b>it ended, I found myself on all fours–human hands and knees nowpletely naked and trembling slightly from exertion.
I nced up at Adrian, then quickly covered my breasts with one arm, lowering my head in embarrassment.
bones
Without a word, he retrieved the green dress I’d discarded earlier and handed it to me, then turned his back respectfully to give me
privacy.
Thank you,” I murmured as I pulled the dress over my head, grateful for his consideration.
When I was decent again, Adrian turned to face me, his expression serious. I can’t take you back to Boring today,” he said. “You were shot two days ago, and you’ve just experienced your first shift. I need to bring you back to the pack’s medical facility to make sure <b>you’re </b>alright. Dr. <b>Chen </b>should examine you.”
“Thank you agian.” I nodded.
As we walked back to the SUV, I realized I felt different–not just emotionally from the <b>ex </b>
of finally shifting, but physically.
<b>My </b>skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive and tingling. A profound warmth had settled in my core, radiating outward.
Adrian held the passenger door open for me, and I slid into the seat, suddenly aware of a new mortification, I realized that my underwear had been destroyed during the shift.
“Sation–a slick wetness between my thighs. With <b>growing </b>
Worse, the wetness was increasing, and with my newly heightened senses, <b>I </b>could detect my own arousal.
I pressed my thighs together tightly, trying to contain the evidence<b>, </b>but it was toote.
In the confined space of the vehicle, my scent filled the air<b>–</b>unmistakable to any werewolf.
<b>I </b>remembered the older girls at Frostshadow <b>Pack </b>whispering about this, how the first shift often triggered intense sexual desire<b>. </b>
The pheromones were meant to attract a <b>mate</b><b>; </b>if a newly shifted wolf was fortunate enough to encounter their true mate that day<b>, </b>they would most primal mating, in both human and wolf forms.
engage in the
I had felt desire the night I encountered Leon in the forest<b>, </b>but nothing like this overwhelming need that consumed me now. This was raw, that made it difficult to think of anything else.
animal hunger
Adrian said nothing, but I knew he must have detected my scent. His knuckles whitened slightly on the steering wheel<b>, </b>the only indication that he was affected.
Mortified, I rolled down the window, letting the desert air flow through the <b>car</b>, hoping it would disperse the evidence of my arousal.
<b>“</b>We’ll be <b>at </b>thepound soon,” Adrian said, his <b>voice </b>perfectly controlled, though I detected a slight roughness at the edges.
<b>I </b>nodded mutely, silently praying for this painfully awkward journey to end quickly.
<b>Between </b>the dampness of my dress and the scorching heat within <b>me</b><b>, </b>the ride back to Oasisborn felt like the longest <b>twenty </b>minutes <b>of </b><b>my </b>life.