The Revelation Read Free

with your pup, but pretty substantial.
                  Even though the Elders and the Douglas clan had let her walk away from the den unscathed, sometimes Yuna thought there was still a part of her in the holding cell beneath the manor. That tiny portion of her was all the uncertainty and fear about her future. She'd always thought she'd get married, settle down and have children. Perhaps, she'd imagined, she'd move away from Washington. She would still have kept her parents' house of course. That, she could never bear to part with. She'd have gone somewhere with lots of sun and a huge yard where her children would be able to run and play. She'd have had barbeque on Saturday nights, and she and her husband would have grown old together.
                  Now, she had no idea what her future would be like.
                  The young woman could only see a few months ahead.
                  It was something she'd never experienced before, and though she loved Luther with every fiber of her being, she was very, very frightened.
                  “Yuna.” She looked up to see Luther gazing down at her from a kneeling position at her side. Tipping her chin up with a clawed finger, he pressed his cheek warmly to hers. “Everything will be fine. We will be fine.”
                  He sounded so sure. Yuna only wished she could be so confident.
                  Her mate draped his shirt over her dew-drenched form before lifting her into his arms to carry her back to the house. Luckily, her chicken wasn't too burnt, and the two of them enjoyed it in a comfortable silence before entombing themselves in the comfort of Yuna's bed.
                  It was here where Luther had first made love to her. He hadn't returned to his old room since they'd come back to the house and the young woman liked it that way. Snuggling against him with a full belly, she supposed the future didn't seem so terribly foreboding.
                  Sleep, however, was harder to find. After half an hour of lying against her mate's side, wide awake, Yuna spoke softly. “Luther?”
                  “Yes?” He was kind to lay with her until she fell asleep. Truth be told, on the nights of the full moon, he ran with his clan until dawn, only returning to take her into his arms as the first rays of dawn shone through her window.
                  “What's it like?”
                  As he looked down at her, the man's expression was inquiring, his brows furrowed. “What's what like?”
                  Taking a deep breath, Yuna asked her question before she lost her courage. “The change. What's it like when you... transform?”
                  Luther gazed at her, his eyes clouding in thought as he searched for an answer. After a moment, he laid his head against the pillow as he urged her even closer to him. When he finally spoke, it was with no small amount of hesitation. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “It's... exhilarating. Like every vestige of power inside of you moves out through your pores. The physical sensation is like... it's like being filled to the brim with dynamite and absorbing the blast.”
                  Yuna winced slightly. “It's painful?”
                  “Sometimes.” Luther cleaned an elongated canine with his tongue before continuing. “Sometimes it happens so fast that there's just a rush of searing heatt. It hits you like lightning and you can't avoid it. But, it also feels free. When I run with my clan, feeling the forest speaking to me and the ground beneath my feet... when I feel the blood from the hunt gush and smell the tang of high emotions flooding the air... it's home.”
                  The young woman could think of no apt reply when he'd phrased it so poetically. The change sounded both beautiful and