As I get dressed, making sure I have warm clothes and sturdy boots for my sojourn into the forest, Caleb continues to explain some things about my shift.
“I’ve been reading more of Arnold’s books, learning about what happens when an Alpha mates to an Omega, and what it means for a werewolf to have their first after they’re mated and marked. Both are pretty rare.”
I feel my face grow hot with the reminder of how weird and unusual I am. Sometimes I feel sorry for Caleb, being stuck with me as a mate.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, stuffing my feet into my warm winter boots. I know I won’t need any of these warm winter clothes after I shift, since a wolf’s thick fur and heavy paw pads protect them, but part of me worries that I might be stuck in human form forever.
“It’s nothing to be sorry for,
