Accidental Surrogate

Ella

“How are you feeling?” Sinclair asks, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. The wild hunt is tonight, and I know he’s not merely asking about my morning sickness or fatigue.

“Nervous.” I confess. “Do you think…” I trail off, blushing and unsure if I can actually speak the question I need to ask.

“What is it Ella?” He inquires, coming forward with an encouraging smile.

“Do you think I could see your wolf before we go tonight, just so that I’ll recognize it when I see you?” I whisper, barely loud enough to hear myself, but knowing Sinclair’s wolf ears will be more than capable of picking up on the sound. And so I won’t be scared. I add silently in my head.

“Of course.” He chuckles, “That’s a great idea. I should have thought of it myself.”

His powerful hands move to the buttons on his shirt, and I find myself taking a step back. “What are you doing?”

“You wanted to see my wolf, I don’t want to ruin this shirt.” He shrugs. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“Right.” I breathe, “Right, of course.”

He continues stripping off his clothes, and I work hard to avert my gaze. So far I’ve been very successful in avoiding temptation by not looking at his body in these vulnerable moments, and I’m not about to change that now – on the day when it’s more important than ever that we practice self control.

“Does it hurt, shifting?” I ask, staring at my fidgeting fingers.

the first time.” Sinclair shares, “The first time is almost unbearable, it takes hours and hours, but once you’ve gotten it over with

sounds ghastly.” I feel suddenly lightheaded, “How old are you when you shift the

a little different for everyone – most make the change when they go through puberty.” Sinclair informs me, pulling

– my son – eventually suffering through this sort of grisly shift, and I don’t like

painful as anyone else’s. But my father was with me, he got me through it, just like I’ll do for our son.” He states, a promise in his

child through the process. I can imagine Henry was a very gentle and supportive presence for Sinclair, and I know he’ll

when I’m not, and I’m amazed at how much stronger I feel with my own body covered. I never realized until now how vulnerable it is to be undressed and exposed when others are not, but Sinclair doesn’t seem to mind

“Yes, sorry.” I flush.

to me until after I’ve shifted, you don’t want to be within reach of my claws when I

last night at the stone circle. I keep my eyes on him, watching with horrified fascination as he ensures he’s not near anything breakable, then disappears. There’s a loud crack and the air seems to go blurry, I even feel a bit nauseous trying to keep track of the rapid movement. However when my eyes adjust and I’m able to take in the familiar room again, I see

wide as saucers, and I feel my jaw going slack. “That’s not a wolf that’s a bear!” I blurt out, saying the first thought which

natural wolf and probably almost as tall as I am – gives me an affronted look, as

fact that the beast in front of me is actually the man who spends every night wrapped around me like a very

on the rug and waiting patiently for me to

my head filled with images of me mounted on his back like a

I’m amazed that anyone could manage to be so suggestive without speaking a word, or even possessing human features. “I… what do I do, how

very doglike, but then again his silly side always surprises me. Suddenly it seems positively hilarious that Dominic Sinclair is

Can I touch you?” I

I don’t know how I understand his reasoning, I know he’s waiting for me to come to him. It takes a minute for me to find the courage to move my leadened feet, but I manage. I slowly cross the room, feeling terribly anxious to be approaching a creature