Page 6 of Reeling for His Omega

It was the first time my wolf had been so forceful about running with someone else. He usually shied away from running with others that weren’t family.

Interesting.

Taking off my shirt, a powerful deep roar sped up my heartbeat and made my breath hitch. Not out of fear. Excitement.

I shifted into my wolf, leaving my clothes on the hood of my car, but I needed to be cautious. This was a tiger. A predator. Yes, I was also a predator, but a tiger could eat me as easily as I would pop a chicken nugget in my mouth and chew.

My paws were cooled on the grass and, once I hit the tree line, I proceeded with caution.

The tiger walked over and sniffed me. The back of my legs. My throat. Pressed his nose to my chest, against my rabbit-like heartbeat.

Then, to my surprise, he nudged my belly.

Run with tiger.

Okay, then.

We carved out paths in and out of groupings of trees. I watched in awe as he sharpened his claws on the bark of an oak tree. Stretched out his back legs afterward. He was so lean and sleek and yet, under his beauty lurked a fearsome beast, wild and untamed.

We ran and played for hours, until the sun dipped out of the sky and was slowly replaced by a full moon.

I tried not to read too much into the full moon. Some shifters said that fated mates were found under the moon, but I’d never put much stock in the superstition.

Wait a minute, did I think this tiger, was my mate?

The tiger roared again, this time louder and in a way I was sure quaked the earth below us. Shook me to the core.

Showing off for his alpha.

This wolf of mine. Full of things to say tonight.

The tiger stilled in front of me and made a circle around my form. The hair on the back of my body rose in knowing.

This tiger was more than a random stranger.

This tiger meant…I didn’t know what.

I was about to shift and ask the tiger omega to do the same when he took off in the opposite direction of my car. He didn’t look back. My wolf begged me to follow him.

But I didn’t know where he was going. I’d barely made it here with my wits intact.

Damn it.

He was gone.

That was the best shifting session of my life. Playing with a tiger of all things.

My wolf let out a whine followed by a long, lonely howl. He was heartbroken and let the world and especially the moon know how much.

I returned to my car, shifted back, and went home.

When I entered my apartment, I found that I shared my wolf’s sentiment.

I hoped I saw the tiger again. Maybe the goddess would bless us with another meeting.

Chapter Six

Joaquin