Mrs. Denton waves from the porch, following her husband down to the grass where I stand in wolf form.
As soon as we see her, my wolf pushes forward, and I let him take control. He barks happily and darts to her, circling her legs and rubbing against her like a newborn pup does to their mother, which makes her laugh.
She kneels down like she always does to greet him, and my wolf presses his forehead to hers before rubbing against her neck with a soft sigh.
He truly is a big baby when it comes to Mrs. Denton.
“Hello again,” she whispers, running her fingers through the fur of our head. Her touch is calming to my wolf, and honestly, to me too. The lavender scent coming from Mrs. Denton fills my senses and has my wolf taking a deep breath.
It’s a familiar scent, one we’ve smelled man
