Being a werewolf was already so different. I could feel my body being stronger, my senses were so heightened I was capable of hearing some bird miles and miles away. It was overwhelming.
Then there was the fact that I had just come back to life like a certain religious figure.
I still had so much to say to him when Harlan spoke.
"There's somewhere I want to take you."
I looked at him, confused.
"Right now?"
"Do you mind? We can go back to the packhouse if you want to," he offered, but I could sense this place he wanted to take me to meant something to him. And even though I was tired, still a little bit scared and in pain, I decided I could do this for him.
So I smiled and said,
"No, let's go."
He took my hand excitedly as he made his way through the woods, smiling from ear to ear. I tried not to focus on the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt.
I did my best to ignore the way his back muscles flexed as he moved his arms. God, he was so hot.
