One moment, I was bracing to cuss Carter out for whatever it was he was doing, stripping in
the middle of the back yard, and the next, the silver blue eyes of the wolf who had been
keeping me company when I was in my deepest thoughts stared back at me. I took a step back,
my heart racing in my chest. Carter was the wolf, the same wolf that Misty had sent me
images of from the cameras as he lay against the front door to the house every night since I
had left him. The animal whined and sat back on his haunches, watching me.
“C…Carter?” I stammered as I fell to my knees, my mind raced as it tried to comprehend. My
eyes shut, and Byron’s words came back to me. I sought that other presence, and it rose to
greet me. I opened my eyes, viewing Carter in his magnificent form, a silver and dark grey
wolf, powerful and muscular, as his bushy tail wrapped around his front paws. Rightness
consumed my being. Carter stood, taking a tentative step forward. I splayed my arms out, in
an inviting gesture, as tears streaked my face with the overwhelming chorus of emotions
thrumming through my being. The wolf before me loped cautiously forward, no doubt afraid to
spook me until we were face to face. His nose nudged my cheek and licked the tears that still
fell. My arms fell around him, fingers finding coarse and soft fur. I sobbed, burying my face in
his coat. I had missed him so fucking much. I understood now why he hadn’t told me, who
would believe this?
He whined, sniffing the crook of my neck, before settling his massive head on my shoulder,
and burrowing his face into my hair. Martha had explained some things about my parents, but
she didn’t know everything and didn’t want to speculate and give me false information. Those
revelations had been a lot to take in, and I just came up with more questions she didn’t have
the answers to. There was still so much to uncover. We stayed like that a while before Carter
slipped out of my arms and stepped back, letting his human form wash over him once more.
He watched me worriedly as if afraid I’d run off as he pulled on his clothes.
“This is a lot,” I admitted out loud. “And you say I’m like you?” he nodded in confirmation. “I
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