Seraphina's POV
I looked at Blake eagerly, my heart racing with excitement.
Riding a wolf. I was actually going to ride a wolf.
I was in complete disbelief. And, this wasn't just about the thrill of it. In the werewolf world, this meant something deeper. When a male wolf let his mate ride on his back, it was a sign of respect, submission, devotion.
This meant he trusted her completely, that he was showing her his love in the most vulnerable way possible. Only a wolf who was completely head-over-heels for his mate would do this.
And Blake was offering it to me.
How could I not be excited?
I watched as he stepped back and closed his eyes. His body began to shift. I heard the sound of bones cracking and reforming, saw his clothes getting ripped, saw muscles rippling under his skin as they changed shape.
Black fur sprouted across his body, spreading like ink. Within moments, the man was gone. In his place stood the most massive, magnificent, beautiful black wolf I'd ever seen.
