Healing Her Wolf: Paranormal Werewolf Romance Read Online Free Page A

feeling sore after transforming only a few minutes ago. It would hurt like hell to shift now, but it was the only way he could prove to his mate he wasn’t a creep.
    He moved away from her, and closed his eyes. He focused on what it felt like to be a wolf, to feel the wind through your fur and the solid ground under your paws, to run on all fours effortlessly. His wolf was there, within reach, and he let himself flow into it.
    As he had warned his mate, it did hurt like hell. His muscles were cramping up, his body wasn’t made to shift this often, and his scream turned into a howl as his vocal chords changed. It took longer than usual, he noticed, panicking slightly. Eventually, though, the worst of the pain subsided, and he inspected himself to make sure the transformation had gone fine. Finally, he turned to look up at his mate.
    She hadn’t run from the room, but was pressed against the wall furthest away from him, her phone dropped on the floor a few feet away. “What the…how?” she managed, her blue eyes wide with fear. “This isn’t real, please; let this not be real.” She started muttering under her breath, not even looking at him, and Konrad couldn’t take it anymore
    He padded over to her and pressed his nose against her knee. The cold, wet feeling jerked her out of her initial panic, and he jumped out of the way to avoid her flailing at him. He sat down in front of her, three feet between them, and simply looked at her. This was it, she knew he was a shifter, and he could only hope he hadn’t ruined everything.
    “Right,” she said, running her hands through her blonde hair. “Right. Okay. You’re a — you’re a werewolf. Werewolves exist. Right. That is — that is a thing now.”
    Konrad let out a huff, trying not to feel too impatient. He’d have to explain that while werewolf legends certainly originated with the shifters, it was a bit more complicated than that.
    “What’s next?” she asked, then laughed to herself. “Vampires?” She met his eyes finally for a few brief seconds. “Are there gonna be vampires next, huh? Zombies? This is ridiculous.” She hung her head, then took a deep breath and looked back at him. “Okay, you were the wolf. I believe you. Can you, er, can you turn back now?”
    He barked, and moved away from her before focusing on what it felt like to be human. He really hoped this was the last time he would have to shift today, because he wasn’t sure if he could stand the pain of doing it again. He lay on the floor on his stomach, panting as his fingers curled into the rug, not even caring what it had to look like to her. The cramp and the pain were still there, but at least he was human again.
    He jerked when he felt something soft on his back, and realized his mate was trying to cover him with her bed sheets. “Thanks,” he managed, and when he moved to sit up, she was already standing by the door again. He wrapped the sheets around him, glad she had provided him with that. “Look, I — I’m not going to hurt you.” His throat hurt, making his voice raspy and more threatening than he wanted.
    She eyed him and remained quiet for a moment. “I guess if you had wanted to do that, you would’ve done so while I was asleep. So why are you here?”
    He let out a brief laugh. “You were the one who brought me here, remember? In the back of the truck?”
    “I know that! I just — I mean —” She gestured at him. “Why are you here in this town? How did you get hurt? How did —” Her eyes widened. “Oh God, how are your wounds?”
    He was about to reassure her that his wounds were fine, but his mate was kneeling down beside him on the rug. Having her so close all of a sudden threw him for a loop. “My wounds?” This close, her eyes were even prettier, a wonderful shade that reminded him of the sky.
    “The wounds you had last night,” she insisted. “When you were — you know. They weren’t that severe, but then I didn’t know what I was dealing