Dominik
AFTER TAKING A SPARE SET OF CLOTHES FROM THE RANGER CABIN WITH me, I go to wash off in the river. It's as much to get the other wolf's scent off me as to calm the hard-on that has no business raging like it is now–especially after all the blood I lost. When my mate is around, apparently my central nervous system prioritizes my cock over my brain. It's for the best. My brain hasn't done me any favors lately. I'm better off with my dick leading the way. At least its instincts are flawless. By the time I get back to Willow, I'm feeling more like myself. My wounds have healed. Energy hums back into my limbs. Pain dims to background noise. And the wolf is clawing at the door for what it wants.
Her.
Willow's changed clothes now too, from the ruined gown to another spare set of sweats in the cabin. The sweatshirt and pants she's cuffed at the hem are much too big for her. There are dark circles under her eyes.
She's still the loveliest thing I've ever seen.
