Her leather jacket dangled from one hand as he scanned the black top for the semi she’d gotten her coat out of in the first place. Nothing. Where the fuck had she gone? He blew out a frustrated breath, his nerves cranked over on high and he wanted nothing more than to toss his head back and bay until his lungs burst. Frustration made him want to pace, scream. He swatted her jacket against a tree and growled. What the hell? He slapped the leather against the tree harder this time. What kind of game was that? A test? Herne save him, but if his god had sent him down here for a test he was fucked, because damn it all, he wanted her. His nostrils flared wide as he blew out a sharp blast of air. At first, all he’d wanted to do was run, he hadn’t even really wanted to catch her, just pelt through the woods, flat out. Then the stars had started to call to him and like a siren’s song, he’d wanted so damn bad to leap up there and answer the call. To let these two legs fade into four, trade skin for fur, man for dog, and run to catch the pack tonight.
