Olivia Martins

After I shifted back to my human form, I found a long shirt folded in a laundry basket near the back of the motel. It probably belonged to one of the workers, but I didn’t care. I slipped it on quickly, still breathless from the shift, from the run, from everything.

My limbs ached, the burn of the transformation still fading from my muscles, but I didn’t care about the pain. I felt alive. For the first time in forever, I felt whole. My wolf, my beautiful, white, omega ...