Rocco’s hands stroked my back and hair while I shifted back, panting and groaning at the pain. It would be a long while before I was used to the assload of pain that accompanied shifting.

“Almost there,” he murmured to me, as the last wave of painful cracks and breaks rolled through me.

My body settled, and I panted against his chest, in his arms.

His arms cradled me to him, his body hot and hard against mine.

My clothes had torn during the shift to wolf form, so I was bare-assed, and ...