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I stepped away from him, making sure we both had enough space for the shift. I closed my eyes and tugged on the innate magic I'd been born with, transforming into a sleek grey wolf.
Fenrir had done the same, though his wolf was bigger than mine, with darker fur. I could see why the myths had called him a monster wolf, though it was just because of the power he clearly had, rather than anything sinister about his presence.
I moved forward and pushed my snout against his, feeling a thrill go through me when he nuzzled me back. I'd run with plenty of wolves, both people I thought were my mates, and those who weren't, but this already felt different.
He gestured with his head to the trees, and I made an approximation of a nod in return. Neither of us ran as we made our way from the car park to the treeline, wanting to be away from the car park before we did that.
My paws dug into the soft ground, testing how firm it was, while he did the same a few feet away. Satisfied that it was safe to do so, I took off into the woods, my powerful legs carrying me with ease across the forest floor. Wind ruffled through my fur, while birds sang in the trees, completely unaware of the predators that were running beneath them.
Then again, maybe theydidknow, and they knew that we weren't actually going to hurt them.
Fenrir kept pace with me easily, and I actually suspected that he might be holding back so that he didn't lose me. I wouldn't mind if he did. A run was supposed to be to let out the pent-up energy of having a wolf inside us.
Though I also liked the company. A warm feeling spread through me in response. If we did seal the mating bond later, then this kind of thing might become a regular occurrence for us. It would be nice to share my runs with someone, it made them all the more special.
I threw my head back and howled, letting my wolf run the show. At moments like this, it truly felt like we were one, even if that wasn't always the case when I was in my human form. I supposed that was just because we were at odds over some things. When we were in agreement, I didn't feel nearly as much resistance from her.
Fenrir howled alongside me, our voices joining together as we looked up at the evening sky.
This was right. I'd already thought that while in my human form, but this was different. It was another level at which the two of us were matching, and I liked it just as much as my wolf did.
Chapter 13
DELIA
I picked up my glass and took a sip of water, sneaking another look at Fenrir as I did. Except there wasn't a lot of sneaking going on when he caught me and smiled.
I burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, I feel like a teenager sneaking looks at you across the table."
He chuckled. "I know what you mean."
"I think it's just because of what tonight is," I said. "It feels like something big."
"It is," he pointed out. "Every wolf shifter hopes that the next time they seal a mating bond will be the last."
"Do you hope that?"
He met my gaze, an intensity lingering there that I didn't expect. "Yes."
I swallowed hard. "Even if I'm not immortal?"
"You haven't said that you're opposed to becoming immortal," he pointed out. "So yes, I hope that this is the last time I'm going to seal something like this."
"I think I'd be okay with being immortal," I said. "With the right person, anyway. But I don't have to decide now, right?"
"No. You've got time. As much as you want, really, within reason."
I nodded. "So maybe another ten years or so? I'll still look great then."
He laughed. "Is that your criteria for when to take immortality?"
"Well, yes. I don't want to spend eternity with bad knees. And how does it work for kids?" I asked.
"Kids?"
"Yes. If I want children, or if we want children, do I need to do that before I become immortal?"
"Not if you're turned immortal while you're still fertile."
