Chapter 77

Del's POV

Rocco parked in the middle of the forest and reminded me how to shift forms. The shift was a hell of a lot more painful than I remembered, but the pain eventually faded, and then my wolf was at the helm.

She snuggled up against Rocky’s side, letting him sniff her and nuzzle her and check out every damn bit of her. Her chin was held high, except when the other wolf came close enough for her to nuzzle or poke him back—then she nuzzled or poked him.

Seemed like Rocco had been right about them being obsessed with each other.

They didn’t even run right away, just rolling around, snuggling, and playing together right next to the truck for a while.

When my wolf had her fill of that, she barked at Rocky, then growled at him and sat.

He tilted his head but followed her cue and sat.

She nodded at him emphatically, before taking off running into the trees.

I wasn’t sure what she was doing—maybe playing a game of tag or something?