Apparently, like the rings, her wolf had survived.
Now, with her scent that lingered in the room and his wedding band held in her lifeless hand, it was the only thing he had of her that held any importance.
“Drop that!” he snarled but she didn’t.
She rushed him, racing around him, circling, butting his thighs with her head, all the while whining.
“Drop the goddamned wolf!” he barked, leaning into her only for her to jump up to her hind paws and claw his chest with her front ones.
He pushed her off, made for Sonia’s wolf but she jerked her head away and pranced out of reach.
“Goddamn you, drop my wife’s f**king wolf!” he roared.
She dropped the wolf, backed up until her tail hit the wall then she burst forward. Suddenly stopping on a skid and crouching through it, she leaped, transformed in mid-air and dropped to the floor on her belly as human, her body na**d and flushed, a mass of shining, extraordinary mahogany hair falling down her back and over her shoulders.
She was facing the floor, her hands to her sides, palms flat to the rug and she was panting.
But Callum was frozen.
Completely.
He knew her scent because he knew her.
He’d dreamed her.
She was the she-wolf in his dreams.
“This isn’t happening,” he whispered.
“It seems,” she spoke and it was so quiet, even with heightened hearing he could barely hear her, “that I am like your people.” She lifted her head, arching her neck way back and Callum stared in shock, his body still frozen, as beloved, familiar green eyes caught his and she finished, “Wolf.”
Callum blinked as something inside him shifted, fluttered, lightened.
Hope.
But, even staring at her, he couldn’t believe it.
She pushed up to her knees, sat back on her calves, wrapped her arm around her br**sts, the other around her belly, her eyes never leaving his, her glossy, magnificent dark hair framing her cherished face and she noted, “Uh… the na**d thing, not so fun. And, for a while there, I thought I’d be wolf forever. It was pretty cool until it was terrifying.”
“Sonia?” Callum called, his voice low, quiet, disbelieving.
She stared up at him.
Then she smiled.
Then she whispered, “Get this, wolf. I’m a wolf.”
She was wolf.
She was alive and she was wolf.
Callum came unfrozen and he was on her in less than a second. Hands under her arms, he hauled her up then tossed her across the room. She landed on her ass in the bed and he moved, landing on her.
Covering her body with his, his hands framed her face, his eyes caught hers, he watched the warm, dark brown filter out the green and there she was.
His wife, his mate, his bride, his queen.
His wolf.
He dropped his head and kissed her.
Sonia curved her arms tight around him, spread her legs and then wound them around him, protectively, lovingly and kissed him back.
It was just the same. Absolutely the same. Her taste, her kiss, his Sonia.
Just wolf.
Her human life will be fleeting.
But her wolf life could last an eternity
On that thought, Callum kissed her harder and Sonia, as ever, returned the gesture, her hands moving to the waistband of his jeans, she rounded it to the inside and he lifted his h*ps so she could get to his fly.
She made short work of it, pressing into him to pull his jeans down his hips.
She broke her mouth from his. “Now,” she ordered.
Callum didn’t make her ask twice. He buried his c**k inside her heated wetness, straight to the hilt.
Her neck arched, her moan filled the room, her legs around him convulsed as her sex around his c**k tightened.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“No,” he growled.
Her neck righted and she looked at him, perplexed, her brown eyes hungry.
“No?”
“Assume the position,” he ordered, felt his lips curve even as they muttered, “wolf.”
Her eyes went hooded and he knew she understood. He pulled out, moved minutely to give her the ability to shift and she crawled out from under him. She got to her hands and knees in front of him then looked down the length of her body at him as he turned to a hip, yanked off his jeans then lifted up to position between her spread, quivering thighs.
He guided his c**k to her opening, sinking just the tip inside.
“Cal,” she breathed, pushing back but he withheld as he reached forward and wrapped a fist in her thick, lush, dark hair even as he kept his eyes to hers.
“Are you mine?” he asked and he watched her face go soft even as it grew hungrier.
“Yes,” she answered quietly. “Are you mine?”
“Fuck yes,” he growled and drove into her, yanking her head back by her hair but she’d already arched it, crying out her pleasure.
She reared into him as he drove into her, hard, deep, fast, rough, hot, f**king, f**king beautiful until he felt her sex spasming around him, her pants turned desperate and her rearing turned to bucking.
“Cal,” she breathed.
Callum pounded hard and deep, the momentum growing, his consuming orgasm nearly over him. “Give it to me, baby doll.”
She gave it to him, arching her neck again, the sounds of her cl**ax piercing the air, drowned only by his roars.
As it left him and Sonia’s left her, he gentled his strokes, his hands at her h*ps drifting over her skin, the pinpricks of her injection, he noted with some surprise, were completely gone.
Then again, wolves healed swiftly. Gaping wounds might take hours but needle pricks would take only moments.
It occurred to him then that there were a variety of people who had some explaining to do.
But he’d demand that later.
Now it would be about him and his bride.
He shoved his h*ps into hers, she knew what he wanted and came off her knees, spreading her legs wide and clutching his c**k with her sex to keep their connection. He settled his body on hers but, even if she was wolf, she was still tiny and therefore he did what he always did, resting some of his weight into his forearms on either side of her.
With his chin, he nuzzled the hair at her neck.
“Good news for you. Apparently, I’m not a blonde,” Sonia muttered, he lifted his head and saw her eyes slide to the side to look at him.
They were still brown.
They were also smiling.
She was sated.
Happy.
Happy to be wolf. Happy to be his.
Callum moved his eyes to her hair and muttered back, “I’m going to miss it.”
“Liar,” she whispered and he looked back at her.