Page 17 of Rescued By The Wolf

“I’m a shifter.”

“Um.”

“A wolf shifter. That means that I can change between a wolf and a human. A lot of people here in town are shifters. Alec, the guy I told you about from work? He’s a wolf shifter too. So are Niko and a few others. Ash is a polar bear,” I ramble.

“A polar bear,” she says numbly, and I nod.

“There are all kinds of shifters. Bears, wolves, foxes, rabbits, hawks, basically every animal.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean it. Here, I’ll show you.”

I stand up so fast that I almost knock the chair over.

“Just watch,” I tell her as I pull my shirt off over my head.

“Whoa! Um, what are you doing?” She asks, standing too.

“I don’t want to rip my clothes,” I tell her as I unbutton and push my pants and underwear off. “Now, watch.”

She’s got her hands over her eyes, and I can see that her face is beet red.

“Sophie. Please, just trust me.”

She blinks her eyes open and drops her hands. Her face is still the color of a tomato, but she doesn’t look away. Her eyes stay on me, and I nod before I start to shift.

I let my wolf push forward, and my hair and nails grow. In a second, I’m no longer human. Instead, I stand before my mate as my wolf.

“Oh my gosh!” Sophie yelps, and she backs up until she hits the kitchen counter.

I wish I could tell her not to worry, but since I can’t speak, I do the next best thing and move two steps closer to her and then I lie down in front of her.

It takes a few moments, but finally my mate steps towards me. She’s hesitant and clearly nervous, but she approaches me and leans down to pet me.

“So soft. You’re so much bigger than I was expecting,” she admits.

I sit up, and she stands. We’re almost eye to eye this way, and it’s easier for her to pet and explore my wolf. She spends a few minutes examining my wolf and running her hands along my fur. When she seems satisfied, she steps back, and I shift.

I tug on my jeans and shirt and face her.

“Okay. You’re not crazy,” she agrees, and I smile.

“There’s more,” I tell her, and she looks nervous again.

“What?” She asks, and I take a deep breath.

“Shifters have fated mates. It’s the one person in the world they’re meant to be with. We only love one person. We don’t date, we don’t sleep around, we don’t even look at the other sex. No one but our fated mate.”

“Okay. Sounds kind of romantic.”

“Good, I’m glad that you think that.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine.”

“I’m your…”

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