steering.
Fury and resentment boiled up inside of me, and I forced the head of my
body up—but it went right back down as the wolf mind took over again.
It’s my turn, the lupine voice snapped.
Jaxson crouched down beside me and held out his hand. “Hello, beautiful
creature.”
I sniffed it. Or more to the point, the wolf in control made me sniff it. A
part of my soul withered with embarrassment, but the rest was filled with
wonder as hundreds of aromas raced up my nose.
His scent had a clarity that I’d never imagined possible—the deep, earthy
aromas of his skin and the salty and intoxicating depths of his sweat. His
scent told me more than I’d imagined possible. His strength. Virility. Power.
Status. I could barely interpret the information flooding into my mind.
Before I could gather my thoughts, I was trotting over the grass toward a
sculpture of a stone elephant. With every part of my soul rebelling, I seized
control and turned to the left—or at least I tried to. Instead, I stumbled and
landed snout down in the grass.
I’m the expert here, the wolf voice growled. You handed over the keys, so
let me drive.
Jaxson laughed. “Four legs takes a little getting used to.”
It wasn’t the four legs I was worried about. It was the wolf in control. My
wolf.
I didn’t think I’d get used to that thought. How was I even supposed to
think of myself now? We were sharing a body—I saw what the wolf saw and
felt what she felt. But was I walking or was she walking, or were we
walking?
My mind spun in confusion, but the wolf’s voice came through. Relax,
Savy. Just enjoy the ride.
Fat chance. I was tired of others ruling my life.
Jaxson began unbuttoning his shirt, which immediately transfixed my—