Shiftless

Chapter 12 - Byron

Talee strokes the dark gray fur of my wolf around the scruff as take a small break to lightly jog. The animal shakes his rump in joy, falling behind and losing her touch but we catch up in seconds. I can't blame the creature, I love being touched by her too. Almost as much as I love tasting her. I know for a fact that those Spelled human's version of heaven can't get anywhere close to what she feels and tastes like to me in those moments we have gotten physically intimate. My wolf is excited for when we exchange marks, I don't blame the beast because the times we're intimate already feel that good, I can't even imagine how much better it would be to have our souls connected.

At my train of thought my wolf whines a little. Talee looks at us but as I continue with my pace, she keeps going too. Stopping for a full break isn't going to help my wolf feel better. He wants his own female that he knows is there and he doesn't understand why he hasn't met her yet. And it's kinda hard to explain spells and curses to a beast that doesn't understand concepts like magic. At least he seems content spending time with our Talee. As much as I want to help Talee be able to shift I have also sometimes found myself trying to come up with a way to explain magic to him when it's just the two of us very late or very early in the morning, just in case.

I know he wants to whine again so I urge him to look up. The wolf huffs at me but does as I ask. He doesn't understand my fascination of her on a horse. But I'm once again awed by how flawlessly she rides the horse. It's almost as if she is part of the horse. Her reddish hair catches the sunlight at the ends and it appears as if she is blazing. If she wasn't mortal I would think she was a daughter of Luna and Efreet.

Thinking of parents; I'm a little nervous of what is to come. We have made incredibly good time and turned what should have been a seven to eight day journey into a three day journey and we are nearly there. In fact, we passed the markings for the edge of Oviagan pack lands a few hours ago.

She begins a gradual slow down from the canter into a trot and I follow only seconds behind. The new pace has my muscles complaining over the hard pace I just put myself through, for days, but I know I can rest later. Preferably in bed or some type of flat surface with her curled in my arms. Especially as I've found that she sleeps best partially curled on my chest.

She makes me think of some cute, cuddly creature. I smile in my mind at how frustrated she would get at me telling her that, again. She's so fierce and gets easily embarrassed by her cute tendencies in sleep even though she can't help it and that's the time we are all at our most vulnerable. If she just asked I'd readily admit that I love that aspect of her because it also helps to fill my need for cuddles.

My inner pondering of Talee has taken me all the way to the central area of Ovia territory. Unlike some other border packs it appears that Reum and other previous alphas have gone the route of having the pack members have their housing spread out and flowing with the nature around us rather than forming a centralized town, at least that is the case in the Ovia settlement.

Reum is waiting for us with two others, who I presume to be her parents by their looks alone. We're panting in my wolf form as we come to a stop and we keep an eye on the few individuals nearby. I'm also keeping an eye on my wolf, even though he adjusts quickly to being away from Vatin it doesn't mean there isn't room for a first time of him being snappish.

"Talee!" A female with dark brown hair and a similar shade of gray eyes as my female approaches her with the same loving excitement in her eyes that was heard in her exclamation. Her arms immediately reach up towards my female.

Talee nearly jumps into the other female's arms without a moments hesitation. "I missed you, Mom."

While the two of them reconnect I prod my wolf and he recedes into my mind without a fight as we shift into my human form. Within moments I'm partially standing but mostly bracing my weight on my knees as I pant heavily. My recovery time is cut short by a low growl. I tense as my eyes are drawn to a male whose hair has the same reddish tint to it as Talee's but when I look to where his eyes are drawn it is at Jony. Who is staring up and down my body, lingering for a second at my penis, probably, with approval in her expression and an almost giddy tug on her daughter's arm.