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completely shift.
    He heard a rustling of clothes and swiftly turned to
see his lovely woman donning her skirts. “Stop,” he said, noticing for the
first time how his voice had deepened.
    She paused, fright in her eyes. “I want to go home
now.”
    “Let me explain what’s happening to me.”
    Carrie went to the bureau, dropping her skirt, giving
Max for the first time, a view of her buttocks. My God, his manhood thickened
and hardened within seconds as he gazed upon the most perfect bottom he’d ever
viewed. Plump cheeks, meant to cushion a man’s hard body as he lay spooned
against her during the night. Hips meant to birth children. She was everything
he’d ever dreamed of in a woman, and she was his. But he must reassure her for
she was frightened of him now.
    He watched her as she slid on her spectacles then
looked at him over her shoulder. His gaze travelled down to her perfect
buttocks again and she noticed. Immediately she turned to face him then
snatched the bedclothes to her as she settled down on the bed.
    “I’m listening,” she whispered.
    Moving closer to her, he was relieved she didn’t
scramble away from him. He paused though some distance from her, not wanting to
frighten her more.
    “You’ve heard stories, I’m certain, over the years
about the wolves who keep London and the surrounding villages safe, haven’t
you?”
    She nodded, looking at him in confusion.
    Here it comes, he mused, as he said, “I’m one of
them.”
    After a long pause, she replied, “I see.”
    Max scowled. That was it? That’s all she could say? No
screams, no fright, just an ‘I see’?
    She nodded again. “Well, then, that explains the
sudden growth of hair on your body and the longer hair, I suppose. And it also
explains how, on the evening we first met, why I thought you looked like a
wolf. It’s because you are one!” She had lifted a hand and gestured at his
body.
    Feeling a bit self-conscious and utterly chagrinned,
he raised his brow and asked, “Is that all you have to say on the matter?”
    “Yes, I believe so, except for one other thing.”
    Dread filled his heart, believing she would tell him
she wanted nothing further to do with him when she stunned him. Again.
    “Is this all the further you will change? I’ve no
desire to make love with a wolf, but a big, lovely human-made man such as you,
yes, definitely.”
    The air left his lungs and he jammed his hands on his
hips. “Are you saying you’re not frightened? And you’re not surprised?”
    She laughed. “No to both.”
    “Why in the hell not?”

 
    Chapter
Six
     
    She patted the bed and, feeling like a complete fool,
and somewhat like a little boy, he sat down beside her. “There are many strange
things in life, and in this world in which we live, Max. I’ve always believed
that what we see isn’t all there is in life.”
    “For example?” he asked, unable to believe her
calmness.
    “Well,” she said turning sideways to face him. His
gaze couldn’t help but settle on her breasts again. She’d released the
bedclothes and apparently hadn’t realized, or she had done so purposely. “I
believe in ghosts. And in witches. So why would it be so unusual for me to
believe you can change into a wolf?”
    The crazy thing about this conversation was the fact
they were calmly having it, and she wasn’t afraid. She accepted him for what he
truly was. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her in his life.
    “So, you see, nothing has really changed between us,”
she said with a finality in her voice Max appreciated.
    Max reached up and raked his fingers through her
golden-streaked brown hair. “I want you, and I don’t believe I’ll change any
more than I already have.”
    With the smile of a siren, Carrie lay back on his bed
on her side, offering him a delectable view of her backside, rounded hips and
breasts. “Then come, Max, and make me yours.”
    Max was stunned to feel tears forming in his eyes. My
God, how had he ever