one else had. Somehow, just her caress was healing him. He didn’t understand it and he sure as hell wasn’t going to question it. If her touch helped him rejoin the human world, he would accept every stroke with relish and find a way to thank her later.
It felt so good to lay with his eyes closed and absorb whatever she was doing. He felt her instinctively reposition her hands strategically on his head and chest. From her shaky, hesitant fingers, he would bet money she was unaware of the way she intuitively reached for the perfect position. A shifter’s wolf resided mainly in his thoughts and heart, a virtual second soul in the body. She had unerringly located his wolf within without realizing it.
He started his low contented rumble again and relaxed under her hands. Wherever she touched, he felt a mild heat, it seemed to radiate from her palms. The sensation was warm but not overly hot. It felt REALLY good. She remained still for such a long time he started to doze off.
Like a heating pad that had shut off, slowly the warmth stopped radiating from her hands and the areas she touched cooled. He waited for her to pull her hands away before he rolled off the couch and lowered himself to the floor next to her. Expressing his gratitude, he laid his head in her lap for a moment, gave her hand a little lick, then rose and padded down the hall and out of sight. His body and soul urged him to sleep and absorb the healing it had taken in. He could almost feel it soaking into every cell and molecule.
He woke the next morning still in wolf form but feeling amazing. His human soul was closer to the surface, that sliver of light was a little larger and brighter. If he could skip as a wolf , he would, maybe do a cartwheel too. I sure hope she comes back today. Damn, shifters really need opposable thumbs in wolf form. He cocked his head, studying the doorknob. With no other choice, he waited and prayed for her return. This of course left him time to review what had happened the night before. He gasped when he realized that once she stroked him, the pain in his head disappeared. He hadn’t noticed the spike being removed from his brain. He’d been too busy enjoying her touch.
Two hours passed, he was losing patience and preparing to shoot through the door the next time it opened so he could track her down. That’s when he heard them approaching the patio door.
“You can do this, cher, just follow your instincts like you did last night.”
“I’m afraid I might hurt him. What if this energy shooting out of my hands is harmful if I zap him too much? I have no idea what I’m doing or how to do it.”
“My mother said you’re a natural healer . Do what feels right and it will be fine. She said technically you don’t need training. You instinctively do what is needed for the injured person. So training will be a bonus but isn’t essential.”
“Learning from a real gypsy who is also a voodoo priestess is going to be so cool!”
Cade laughed as he held the door open for his mate. They both stopped just inside the door as they came face to face with a very excited Simon. He rushed forward and rubbed himself across her legs. If Cade hadn’t steadied her, Simon would have pushed her over in his exuberance.
“Hey, calm down, you’ve got her covered in hair ,” Cade groused jokingly.
Anna was laughing so hard she slipped and landed on her rump in the kitchen. Before Cade could help her stand, Simon had her straddled and was licking her face happily.
“All right, all right, that’s enough, remove your wolf tongue from my mate or lose it.”
Simon jumped back and crouched playfully, tail wagging wildly.
“Do you want me to try to heal you more, or would you rather take a run with Cade?”
He sat so fast he almost bent his tail. That would have hurt, a lot. Panting, he waited for her to tell him what to do.
“Okay then, healing it is. Do you want to use the couch or the floor? I might be able to
Under the Cover of the Moon (Cobblestone)