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I reminded myself that Myla was fine and opened the fridge.
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Myla and Gentry came down from their nap two hours later.
I walked over and kissed her. “You look rested.”
“I feel it,” she said with a smile.
The purple shadows beneath her eyes had faded. She wore comfortable-looking shorts and a pale pink T-shirt, and her hair was tied back in a high ponytail.
Gentry grabbed a bottle of water and took a long drink. “The troublemaker is going to try and convince you to take her out for a run.”
I looked at Myla and raised an eyebrow.
Eyes pleading, she said, “I thought it would be nice for all of us to go.”
I swore I felt the force of her request on my skin. As I hesitated to answer, a chill crept across my chest.
Shit. I had no idea what was happening, but the stone wall of my resolve crumbled at the sweet, wanting look on her face.
Common sense told me to say no, but reason didn’t matter when it came to disappointing her.
The restlessness building within her was tangible as her wolf itched to break free. I glanced at Gentry and found the same internal struggle written across his face. We were torn between the desire to keep her safe and the need to give her what she wanted.
Goddess, we were gone for her.
I made an executive decision, muttering, "Fuck it."
Her smile was so bright it nearly drowned out the nagging voice that demanded I stow her away from everyone until she was safe again.
“You’re getting soft,” Gentry teased as we walked out the back door and down the path to the running grounds.
“Like you would have said no.” I bumped him with my shoulder.
“I would have tried.”
“Liar,” I jested.
He laughed.
The early afternoon sun was buttery and mild, and a pleasant breeze tousled our hair. It always amazed me how quickly a place could shift from painful to joyous. Everyone in our pack worked hard to grow and thrive on the scorched earth we had inherited, and fighting for the autonomy of Omegas was an extension of that. But now our home was in the line of fire once more.
Hidden Creek would change again, and perhaps that change would extend to the shifter world. I needed to be ready for that.
We veered off the path, heading for the secluded wilderness where we could let our wolves run wild. With a shared nod, we quickly stripped off our clothes and shifted, our bodies transforming into sleek, powerful wolves as we raced downstream.
The wind whipped through my fur as I ran, and the rhythmic pounding of my paws on the earth soothed my frayed nerves. Beside me, Gentry and Myla ran with grace and fluidity. The tension of the day’s events melted away with each stride, replaced by a sense of lightness and exhilaration. Myla’s laughter rang out like music through the bond as she raced ahead, her golden wolf reveling in the freedom of the open wilderness.
We passed a sparkling spring, and an impulse seized us. Swerving off course, our wolves plunged into the cool, refreshing water. The icy temperature took my breath away, but the sensation was invigorating, washing away the last vestiges of tension and fear.
We splashed and played like carefree pups, the weight of our responsibilities temporarily forgotten. For a fleeting moment, there was only the simple joy of being alive.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Myla shifted into her human skin. We followed suit as Myla floated in the water. Her golden hair fanned out around her and glistened in the fading light. Myla’s eyes sparkled with newfound vitality, and her smile was radiant as she turned toward us.
She slowly stood, the water sluicing over her pert breasts and strained nipples. We were drawn to each other like magnets and metal. There was a gentle intimacy in the way our fingers intertwined, a silent promise exchanged with each touch.
Myla moved between us, and Gentry’s hands cupped her from behind, plucking and rolling her nipples. Our breaths mingled before I pressed my lips to hers. Myla skimmed her fingers over my chest, scratching my pecs with her nails. I swallowed her moans as Gentry sucked on her mating marks.
