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I compliment her, her gaze dips to the ground. She’s a bit bashful. How cute.

I’m on all fours now. My vision is sharper, but colors are muted. My body feels large and powerful and strong. Amazing. I did it. I shifted. My canine barks in enthusiastic agreement, tail wagging with the same exuberance I’ve seen countless times on WarDog.

She can’t stand still for one more second. Her urge to run can’t be denied. It takes a few slow steps as I try to get the hang of all fours.

Stop directing me, she huffs good-naturedly. Just let go, I’ve got this. 

Right. I let go. Then she’s loping, and in less than a minute she’s running, taking huge strides and barely panting with the effort.

Holy shit! This is magnificent! I’ll never shift back.

Yes, she agrees.

I realize that although she’s canine, she’s never had a body to run in before, either. I’ll just let her run and run until her body falls into a furry heap, and when she regains her strength we’ll run again.

The smells! She smells everything. Everything. Every varmint and critter from here to Sanctuary and back. I smell the decomposing leaves and . . . I even smell the sunshine. Smells that were gross to my human nose smell wonderful now. Well, if not wonderful, then they certainly smell exciting.

I smell WarDog. It’s as if he left a trail of neon blue smoke for me to track. It’s ridiculously obvious. Why did I never notice this before? She follows it easily and we see that WarDog does not like straight lines. He veers off, inspecting every nook and cranny of this forest. She follows his trail and discovers all the cool things he found along the way.

There he is. Standing on the hillock in the sun, his nose pointed in the air. I wouldn’t have understood yesterday, but now it’s obvious he’s smelling the sun. It’s pungent and reassuring at the same time.

All of a sudden, I’m not content to watch from afar. We both feel the urgent need to run to him. I don’t just want to be with him, it’s a desperate, urgent demand.

I realize that even though we share the same body in different forms, our thoughts and emotions are separate but shared. I had no idea just how this was for Bayne and WarDog. It’s amazing and intimate and confusing and comforting to know I will never again be alone. I’m slowly differentiating what I’m feeling and what is coming from my new and very special friend. That pressing, frantic, insistent desire is all hers.

I know the instant he senses her, and I watch as he turns his gaze in our direction. I’ve seen this look on his face a thousand times, but it’s so much more expressive when I’m looking through the eyes of my canine form. He loves us. But now it’s tinged with something else—desire.

He wants her. And she wants him. In my canine form, I think she desires WarDog as much as I desire Bayne.

This is the way it should be, Bayne assures me with the same feeling of wonder and surprise and delight that I am feeling

He runs to us. She holds back the urge to run and waits for him. He’s approaching so fast his fur is sleaked back by the breeze he’s creating.

Mate. Mine, he says.

Mate. Mine, she replies, unable to drag her eyes from her mate.

He’s running so fast he has to skid to a stop when he arrives in front of her.

He play-nips her mouth, and she play-nips right back until he runs back onto the sunny hillside, and she runs after him.

Your name? he asks, cocking his head.

Willa? she answers, not having a proper canine name.

Can I call you Beauty? It suits you.

Oh yes, she sighs with a huge canine smile.

It is a perfect name for her. It shouldn’t surprise me that WarDog is as loving and demonstrative as Bayne

Let’s let them have this time Bayne voices in my mind.

Yes, I agree. I pull back so Beauty can fully experience the wonder of her mate while Bayne and I share in their delight. Certainly, WarDog has done this for us so many times before. They circle and play and bark at each other. I always wondered what dog noises meant. Now I know.

Watching them and experiencing them vicariously, I’ve never felt so free in my life.

Then she smells his desire. He isn’t shy about sniffing her arousal either. She wants him. This will cement everything our relationship has been hurtling toward since the first moment we met in the cell on that slave ship. The three of us are in a relationship and this binds it more than any words can say. No, what am I saying? It’s the four of us now.

Love, mine, mate, WarDog says as he climbs onto her back, his forearms pulling her toward him, his sex at her ready opening. His huge mouth bites into her shoulder, holding her, marking her.

Beauty welcomes him inside her body and basks in the feeling of connection until their act is complete. In long swipes, he licks her face and the bite marks that will stay to match the ones I proudly bear on my shoulder.

Somehow, Bayne and I are naked on the soft, green grass, our limbs entwined.

You shifted, Love, he says with a sated smile.

I’d given up hope.

Me too. But here we are. Mated shifters. 

Our kids will be, too? I ask.

Perhaps. Will it matter?

I pull him so tight I half expect to hear the sound of bones breaking. No. That’s just a detail. None of it matters. Nothing. So long as we’re together and we love each other.

You’re right. We have everything we need and everything we want, he says, his eyes luminous

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