Chapter 0148
**Josie’s POV**
As the sun dips behind the trees, our cosy cottage transforms, and the surrounding woods shift from enchanting to cerie in an instant. Gazing out from the cottage window feels like stepping into the opening scene of a horror movie, and I can’t get enough of it. The anticipation of what might lurk in the shadows ignites an exciting rush within me. I probably need therapy or something because sure most people wouldn’t get a buzz from this. Although it could be because I’m not like most people. I’m the predator, I’m the thing that lurks in the shadows that people should be scared of.
“Ready to go for a run?” Deacon asks.
“Yes,” I nod eagerly as my wolf surges forward with excitement, heating my skin as she prepares to take over the moment I allow it.
“Good, because my wolf is very enthusiastic about this happening as soon as possible,” he runs a hand through his hair, giving it a dishevelled look. I love seeing him like this, to see the man hiding behind the professional demeanour he is usually so strict about showing.
“Does your wolf know that mine bites?” I ask, chewing nervously on my bottom lip.
“He does,” Deacon nods, “although I can’t imagine he’s going to lay down and allow it. She may have to work harder for it than she did with the others,” he adds with a playful smirk that has my wolf pacing excitedly within
- me.
“Well, now you’ve gotten her all riled up,” I laugh. My wolf’s excitement is contagious and I can’t wait much longer. I grab Deacon’s hand and pull him towards the back door of the cottage. The moment we are out in the open air my wolf decides she’s waited long enough and she pushes at her restraints.
“Let her out, it’s safe,” D encourages, stepping back to give me space to shift.
The shift washes over me quickly and within seconds I’m looking up at Deacon’s handsome face through the of my wolf. He holds a hand out to us with pride written all over his face.
“You are
eyes
the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen,” he strokes a hand over her head and she turns to rub her body around his legs in affection before she begins to yip at him empatiently. “Okay, okay, I just wanted to meet you first,” he laughs. My wolf backs up, giving him some space as she waits to meet her mate with excited anticipation.
“Mine,” a voice rings in my head as Deacon morphs into a majestic black wolf in front of us. I’m pretty sure that that is the only word my wolf knows, I’ve never heard another actual word from her apart from that one. Our wolves stare at each other and I have no idea what they’re doing as they slowly circle, keeping eye contact. My wolf lets out a low growl and I get nervous. Are they going to fight?
“They’re establishing dominance,” Deacon’s voice suddenly fills my head.
“Oh, is this normal?” I ask.
“Perfectly, dont worry,”
“But if they’re mates then why do they need to do this?”
“They’re still animals, this is in their insticts,”
“Oh god, they’re not going to… fuck are they?” I ask, not feeling very comfortable being present if they do that.
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It’s just weird.
“No,” he laughs. “They’d only attempt that to procreate, they wouldn’t do it for fun. Considering you’re not in heat and you’re already carrying a pup that he can smell, then it’s pointless to them,” he explains as his wolf suddenly takes off running into the dark forest. My wolf is fast to follow, keeping pace with him as they dart
between trees.
“Is he not mad that the pup isn’t his?” I ask.
“Why would he be? He feels just as I do on this, to us this pup is just as much ours as it is Mason’s. Any child that comes from you is ours no matter who the biological father is,” he says and a rush of love runs through me, closely followed by nervousness,
“How do you think Mason is going to react when he finds out?” I ask and D is silent for a moment before he
answers.
“Truth?” he asks.
“Yes,”
“I think it’s going to break him, but in a way that he needs to be broken. Mason can’t be his true self until he breaks down his walls completely. He’s going to sense that little one and feel how pure it is. Then he is going to realise that he is capable of bringing joy into the world, because his child will carry love, hope and everything good, and he won’t be able to deny that he created that,” Deacon says, and if I was in my own body I know I’d burst into tears at his words.
“Thank you, that’s reassuring. I hope you are right,”
We observe our wolves in silence, both lost in our own thoughts for a while. Deacon’s wolf is fast and dodges my wolf’s attacks multiple times, but she’s determined to catch him. When she finally jumps onto his back and knocks him to the ground I cheer for her. That is until she pins him under her feet and sinks her teeth into his neck, marking him as hers. She throws her head back and howls in delight and I hear Deacon chuckle in my mind.
“I guess I win,” I laugh.
“Depends how you look at it. I get to carry your wolf’s mating mark for the rest of my life in both of my forms, so I feel like I’m the one that won here,” he says smugly.
Then why did your wolf run?”
“Because it’s a game to him, he wanted your wolf to chase him,” he laughs.
My wolf cleans her mate’s wound before they spend some tone play fighting and running. Exhaustion starts to creep up on me and my wolf begins heading b
