Book 11: Visiting the Past

Cole

Misty slides out of bed, uneasy on her feet. She paces a few steps, stretching her arms over her head with a sigh. 

I watch, and wait, for her answer. I’m not totally sure why I asked if she wanted to try to shift. Maybe it’s because I’m actively plotting a way to get her out, and if my plan fails, she’s going to need to run. 

“I’m not ready,” she says, matter-of-factly. 

“That’s fine.”

She looks down at her hands. “I don’t feel any changes yet. Nothing. Is that normal?”

I sit on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, that’s perfectly normal. Most wolves don’t come into their shifter powers until the day of their twenty-first birthday, sometimes a few days before, or a few days after,” I remind her.

She sighs, picking at the fabric of her pale cream nightgown. It hugs her body in a way that has my mouth going dry, but I force myself to ignore those feelings and focus on our conversation instead. 

My wolf