Morlie felt her animal’s brow bunch as it whined.
Why?Morlie inquired.
“When I found Rudie, she had lost all her family shortly after the catastrophes.”Chanin continued to speak, not hiding the conversation from the short woman.“She was a child, barely more than a cub and smaller than most.She connected with me on an organic level.I bit her to keep any of the wild untrainable wolves from fucking with her.It signaled that Rudie was mine—a daughter of sorts.”
Her beast lowered its head in shame.
Morlie felt horrible that she was going for Rudie’s throat when she was someone important to Chanin.
It’s alright.Chanin gave her wolf a firm stroke along the side of its neck.Our way of life will take you some time to get used to, mate.
Apparently.
Then, a thought struck Morlie.Why can I hear her communicate with you?
Dammit.Morlie gulped as she waited for Chanin’s answer.There were things she wanted to tell Chanin, like how amazing he smelled and how much she loved staring into his eyes because they made her shiver.Could Rudie hear me?
Chanin chuckled.Your scent affects me, too, little bunny.
Oops.Morlie determined she’d have to watch what she thought about.
Don’t worry, mates; communication comes from the heart as much as from the mind.No, she cannot hear you when you speak with me.He glided the fingers of his other hand along the bridge of her wolf’s snout again.However, because Rudie is my family...and you are my mate, you can hear her even when she is in human form.Once we are claimed mates, you’ll not only hear but also be able to communicate with others in wolf form and block them from your communal thoughts.
Claimed mate?It seemed that one question for her led to another.Her wolf’s stomach chose that moment to interject and grumble loudly.It was clear that even though she, the person, wanted answers, her wolf zeroed in on the coppery, grassy scent again.
Rudie giggled and rose.
Food first.Chanin nudged her toward Rudie.
Chanin’s assistant grabbed a large silver bowl from the counter.
Morlie’s wolf instinct told her that the mouth-watering scent was coming from that dish, and she wanted it.
The beast let out a bark, not ferocious but demanding.
Thankfully, Rudie didn’t waste time but lowered the bowl filled with several skinned animals, setting it on the ground.
She was thankful that whatever the meat was, it appeared washed and a fleshy pink, and no blood covered it.However, Morlie’s human side wanted to vomit at the sight and walk away at the thought of eating it, but her beast, the one controlling her body, dove in with jaws open wide.
Morlie didn’t particularly care for the taste of raw meat as it crossed her wolf’s palate.However, she still experienced the satiation and satisfaction of her wolf as it chomped through one body part after another, crushing the bones in its teeth.
You’ll get used to it.
Will I eat raw meat even when I’m not like this?Morlie’s stomach curled at the thought.She was struggling to get used to the duality of herself.
No.In human form, it’s best to have cooked meat.
What am I eating, by the way?Morlie was trying to decipher the new smell since she had little experience with eating meat.
Rabbit.Like yesterday.I’ll let you tour the farm one day.
Morlie’s wolf’s ears perked up as it devoured the second or third...or possibly the fourth skinned animal.
Oh, no.
Her wolf tore a leg from the meat and looked up at Chanin.
Chanin folded his arms over his expansive, bare chest and crossed his jean-clad leg at the ankles as he shook his head.No.Until you’ve learned to master your wolf from the inside, you won’t be allowed around the bunnies.
