Wolf Home: Paranormal Werewolf Romance by Zoe Chant Read Free Book Online Page B

lengthened, skin shrunk and grew fur, nails became dense and blunt. All the while, her senses changed, intensified. She was not just aware of the earth, she was a part of it. She heard the birds and squirrels and mice and insects, smelled dirt and growing things and water and somewhere off in the distance, deer.
    Much closer was Adam. She remembered her own words to him when they first met, that the mate bond in human form was nothing like in wolf form, and stepped towards him, apprehensive.
    He extended his head towards hers. She sniffed at his nose, registering things she already knew about him – male, young, healthy – and a few she didn't. It smelled like he'd had chicken for lunch, and had been practicing hunting on mice.
    Then their skin brushed, and oh, it was electric. The world seemed to blur, then double. For an instant she was not Nicole or Nicole's wolf, but Adam, waiting for his mate to come home. She saw herself as if for the first time; pale gray fur mixed with fawn, and glowing eyes like the beaten gold of the jewelry she had inherited. She smelled her own femaleness, and the exhaustion from the long drive, and above it in traces, the water from the fountain she'd sipped from at a road stop two hours ago and its truck stop combination of chlorine and staleness.
    Then the world snapped back like a rubber band. She was Nicole again, greeting her mate after a long trip. Still, the bond was there in her mind, and the other world, like a deep, reflective pool she could choose to gaze into at any time.
    That could come later, though. Nicole shoved her nose against Adam's face, snuffling him in a second greeting, then took off into the woods at a run. She sent her own thought back, bubbling through the pool to the other side: I bet you can't catch me!
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    Cover by Layla Lawlor. Cover art (c) Can Stock Photo .
     
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