“You haven’t told her.” Dorian’s remark made Elijah want to shift. Fighting the urge since they were still in the mist of town, and he was still paranoid about Camille seeing, he growled, “Stop.” Dorian huffed, “Dude.” He didn’t care anymore.
Shifting, Elijah’s clothes tore and his large brown wolf towered larger than the average wolf. Following him, the grey wolf was his size and just as fast as they tore through the woods like huge furry blurs. Jumping over logs and landing in the outskirt of the pack village, Elijah of course found clothes. They always kept some around in various sizes for everyone.
“f*****g hell, I’d rather be on the beach.” Elijah grunted yanking on basketball shorts and a shirt, as he thought of his daydream of him and Camille. On a beach, watching the sunset, pl
