Natalia
“Going for a run!” I called out.
Damon barely glanced up from where he was hunched over paperwork at the kitchen table. “Be careful.”
I nodded, slipping out the door before he could ask any questions. I hated lying to him, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t exactly tell him I was seeking herbs to control my inconvenient lust for his brother.
Once I was deep enough in the woods, I shifted.
My wolf form had always been smaller than most—lithe and quick rather than powerfully built. My fur was a rich chocolate brown, so dark it was almost black in a certain light, with a cream-colored underbelly. Damon always said I looked like I’d been dipped in chocolate and rolled in sugar.
I shook out my coat and breathed deeply, savoring the explosion of scents that hit my enhanced nose
