Chapter 27

-Trynnian-

Climbing into bed, I try to not think about how it’s the anniversary of my parents’ death again tomorrow. The past year has been so incredibly fast, yet painfully slow. A year away from Kit. It wasn’t the worst year of my life, but it was up there.

Kit snuggles up against my back, and I shift around so we are chest to chest. Kit buries his nose in the crook of my neck, and I stroke his head soothingly. “Tomorrow’s the anniversary again,” I say quietly.

He looks up at me, processing what I said before it hits him, and his expression turns sad. As his arms snake around my waist, he pulls me closer. “How are you holding up?” He asks quietly, his forehead resting on mine.

Clearing my throat, I close my eyes. “Well. It’s nice knowing you’re not about to leave next week, and I feel more at peace…considering things, I feel pretty good, actually,” I respond, hiding my head under my husband’s chin.

He hums lowly, his hands massaging my back. I poke his chest, smiling lightly when he raises an eyebrow at me. “You know, you can shift whenever you’d like.”

Kit’s eyes widen, and he glances away. “I don’t want to make you remember painful things though,” he whispers. Taking his face in my hands, I press a soft kiss to his lips, my thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, including his scar on the right one.

His hands roam my back, one slipping down to my lower back, and resting there. When he pulls back, he gazes into my eyes. “Are you sure?” I nod, smiling as I kiss him again. “I am. I want to see your wolf, anyway. I’ve never seen you like that.”

I can practically already see his tail wagging, so I sit back with a smirk. “Come on, you can shift now if you’d like.” His eyes light up, and any fear I feel will be worth it, to see that expression of pure happiness.

Kit scrambles off the bed, stripping his shirt off over his head. I try not to let my eyes get greedy, but it’s incredibly hard when your husband is an absolutely gorgeous hunk of a werewolf. I close my eyes as he takes off his trousers and underwear.

A sickening crack resounds through the room, and I desperately try not to open my eyes. I know that sound. It’s the sounds of their bones reshaping themselves. I know the sound well. It haunts my dreams, right after the wolf killed my parents.

The cracks struck my eardrums like lightning, as the wolf shifted to a man in front of me. He was crying, his face contorted in anger and sadness. “This is all their fault - those humans did such awful things to me, I couldn’t control myself. All humans must be evil.”

The anger left his expression, only regret remaining. “But, I’m still sorry that you had to see that. You’re just a kid, you’ve probably not even been alive long enough to hurt anyone.”

A wet tongue glides over my hand, and I sit up straight. A wolf with my favourite eyes peers back at me. Forest green with silver flecks. “Hi,” I squeak out, my voice sounding weaker than I meant it to.

Kit can somehow tell I’m not feeling 100% (he must be a genius there’s no other explanation because I’m sure I look completely and utterly calm right now) and he jumps up onto the bed, pushing up against me. He’s a big burnt umber wolf, but nowhere near as huge as the one from my memories. But then again, I was a small child, so everything was massive to me.

I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his fur, enjoying his warmth and comforting presence. “I love you,” I say quietly, when my feelings for the life in front of me overflow. I’m rewarded with a lick on my cheek, sending me into fits of giggles.

I can only assume that’s his way of saying it back, and when his eyes gaze into mine, I know exactly how much he loves me. Beaming at him, I pull the covers over us both. We’ll definitely overheat, but it’ll be worth it.

Judging by the way Kit doesn’t protest, I assume he thinks so too.

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Waking up, I feel like I’m on fire. I’m warm. Very, very warm. As I move to throw back the covers, I find myself unable to move my arms. And then I realise I have my massive werewolf husband draped over me, in wolf form.

Smiling fondly, I nudge him awake, until he realises he’s crushing me. Sliding off my stomach with a whine of apology, I place a kiss on the tip of his nose. He licks my hand in response, his eyes twinkling.

I get up to bathe, and Kit follows, before shifting into his human form, so we can bathe together. We somehow manage to literally just bathe, and we’re both proud of ourselves.

Like wow, someone give me an award for not being all horny when my gorgeous husband was naked right in front of me and dripping with water. A truly incredible sight. I made sure to burn it into my memories.

Kit brings us breakfast in bed, and we curl up together again. Leaning on his shoulder, I sigh lightly. “Can I tell you more about what happened?” I ask after a while, twirling a strand of his hair between my fingers.

“Of course, my love,” he says softly, kissing my temple gently. Exhaling, I close my eyes. “You know, the wolf who killed them- he apologised to me. I kind of wish I could see him again, and ask him - what did humans do that was so atrocious that innocent people deserved to die?”

He wraps his arm around me, his hand tucked into my waist. “He was probably tortured as the other wolves were. That doesn’t excuse what he did though.” I nod, hiding my face in Kit’s neck. “My parents were normal people. They’d probably never even seen a wolf before,” I whisper.

Kit’s thumb rubs my waist, his other hand holding mine gently. “But hey, if he hadn’t killed my parents, Cordiana wouldn’t have adopted me, and I wouldn’t have been married to you. Something good came of it after all,” I smile at him, guiding his face towards me so I can place a kiss on his lips.

“It should’ve never happened, but I’m so glad I got to meet you,” he says quietly, his eyes showering me in love. I smile wider at him, kissing again, more slowly.

I love him so much. I think I always will. I’ve never met anyone like him, and he makes me feel happy and safe in a way I never thought I could. I love him with my whole heart.