mate.”
Meg felt her mouth drop open at Nik's statement.
Then when his words finally sank in; she threw her head back and laughed. Oh God, he was loony. How could such a hunk be so crazy. She laughed until she felt tears prick her eyes, now he had her on the edge of hysteria. She stopped laughing abruptly and looked at the man still holding her. She saw the seriousness in his eyes and felt her mouth twitch again with amusement.
“If you laugh again, so help me, I will kiss the laugh right out of you. I am not crazy.”
“Sure you're not. I think it's time I went home.
Could you please order me a cab?” Meg asked pulling away, then moved across the room to the door.
“You are not leaving, Megan. If I have to lock you in your room, I will,” Nik stated firmly as he stalked her.
“You can't keep me here against me will. That's bloody well kidnapping. I'll call the police and they will come and get me out of here.”
“No, they won't. I will prove to you, I am what I said,” Nik stated as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He picked her up in his arms and walked back to the sofa. He gently placed her on the sofa and moved the coffee table out of the way. “Watch me, Megan.”
Meg watched Nik with trepidation as his form began to shimmer; the lines of his body began to blur.
She heard terrible cracking sounds as she watched Nik's body begin to contort. His mouth and nose elongated to form a fur covered muzzle. Meg shoved herself back into the sofa cushions and lifted her feet from the floor. She must have blinked, because the next moment standing before her was a very large wolf with piercing, blue eyes and black fur. She gave a whimper as the wolf moved towards her and covered her head with her arms.
“I will not hurt you. I have already told you that.
Why do you fear me, Megan?” Nik asked, using his unique were powers as he pushed his thoughts into Megan's head. “Megan, look at me.”
Meg slowly lowered her arms and stared at the big black wolf. She had the insane thought of her being Little Red Riding Hood, as the wolf continued to look at her.
Nik moved forward slowly, cautiously, until he was only centimeters away from his mate. He gently nuzzled her hand with his head, trying to convince her to pat him. He gave a groan of appreciation as she slid her hands through his silky fur.
“Can you understand me, Nik?”
“Yes, Megan.”
“How the bloody hell is this even possible?
Doesn't it hurt when you change like that? Where do your clothes go? Does anyone else know of the existence of werewolves? What am I doing? I am just as crazy as you are. I am talking to a werewolf, or maybe I've been drugged and am hallucinating.” Nik's wolf began to shimmer once more and Meg quickly removed her hand. The cracking and popping sounds of his contorting bones, made her wince with sympathy. Once more Nik was standing in front of her fully clothed. He pulled the coffee table back within reach of the sofa and handed Meg her mug of coffee.
“Breathe. Drink your coffee and I will explain.
Werewolves have been on Earth since the beginning of time. We have evolved to what we are, just as humans have. We are the same as a human being, just, with more genetics. My parents were werewolves and everyone you meet here, in my home is also a werewolf. We have the power to change our body shape into wolves, but we do not have to wait for a full moon to do so. That is a myth created by humans. A werewolf cannot change shape until they reach puberty. The first few times we change can be painful, but we become accustomed, our bodies more supple. We don't really know what happens to our clothing. There have been a few theories regarding this, but I think they just, disappear when we change into our wolves and then reappear, when we become human once more. Do you have any other questions, Meg?” Nik asked as he took her hand within his own.
“What is a mate?”
“You are my mate. You are the equivalent