Forever His

Chapter Eight

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"That's cool," I said. It was the only response I could come up with. It may have sounded lame, but I was still in sock because of his conformation. At first I didn't want to believe him, but it kinda made sense.

Right?

The guy I was falling in love with was a wolf. A shifting, living being.

Holy hell.

And for some odd reason I was okay with it. I tightened my arms around Jeremy's body and burrowed my face further into his back. The smell of him wafted into my body and I just couldn't get enough. His warmth was comforting and was enticingly addictive. Somehow this man had turned into my personal drug. Over the past few days I'd noticed myself randomly thinking about him, or wanting to hear his voice. I just couldn't get enough of him. I was starting to think I was crazy.

"You're not...freaking out?" He asked curiously.

"No," I breathed. "For now anyways."

Jeremy shuddered and rubbed my clasped hands with his fingertips. "God, I'm so lucky to have you, Kitten."

"You're gonna have to explain the wolf thing to me." I stared intently at his dark t-shirt, hoping he could feel my eyes on him.

"I suppose so."

I smirked, "I guess your wolf's out of the bag."

He pulled my hands apart and dragged me gently to stand in front of him. I could see laughter in his eyes, and pure happiness. "Nice choice of words. Very nice.

"Why thank you." I smiled and felt my cheeks heat up. My head was still pounding and made it hard to keep standing there. I moved away from the man that was begging to be licked like man candy, and I went to the couch and sat down. I noticed Jeremy followed closely and sat beside me, so I angled myself to be siting facing him and burrowed my tiny feet under his thigh. I sighed at the warmth.

"So... wolf 101," he said as he dragged the dark blue afghan that was on the back of the couch to wrap it around my shoulders. It swallowed me completely, but I didn't care. It was soft and cozy.

"Hmm. Yes."

"Well... to start off my family has been like this for almost two hundred years. We were created as protection. We keep our tribe safe from people and other familiars that want to cause harm."

One word stuck out like a sore-thumb: familiars. Alyson had recently shared a story about how the high school for its mascot, but now I realized that her fiction story could be real.

"Familiars," I said. "Explain that to me."

Jeremy absently started drawing designs on my leg. "Familiars were, are, apart of our Native American culture. A single warrior of our tribe would be chosen by the Great Sprits, and they would be given the gift of shifting and live the rest of their lives protecting their tribe."

"Shifting into a wolf," I whispered. "Alyson told me a story about an Indian who was killed by another familiar."

"Yes, that was the actual truth about how we came to be, as a pack."