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“Try and focus,” he says. “Feel for your wolf in here.” He puts his hand to his chest. “Feel for her and fuse with her. Send your energy, your intent… inward.”
“I’m trying. I’m concentrating really hard.”
“Don’t overthink. Connect. What do you feel in your chest?”
“You,” I say.
His eyes sparkle with happiness.
“How about this…” he says, stepping closer and looking into my eyes. “Shift, Bailey.”
And bam! That does it.
Bubbles!
I’m starting to think of my wolf asBubblesas this is what I feel when she turns up.
Now I’m looking up at Jase through her eyes. We’re in the yard and he’s standing before me / us.
He says, “Good to know. I can help you shift both ways until you synch up. Follow me, baby wolf. We’re goin’ for a run.”
Jase transforms, landing on his paws and putting his nose to mine.
My wolf is immediately acting like a dork, running in circles around him, pouncing, bucking with excitement, and ready to run and play.
And I’m stoked because the excitement has flared in my veins. Her excitement is what I feel. I know she wants to run; I feel it.She wants to run like the wind, and for Jase to run with her. To follow and chase her. I think our connection has been boosted.
Yes, I think this is exactly what this means. It’s like little connections are fusing inside me. Pathways connecting, plugging in. It’s not too many; I think there need to be a lot more of them. This isn’t quite enough to feel like my wolf is part of me, but something is shifting between us. It’s a start.
Jase runs through the larger opening he made in the fence before we got undressed and came out here. She follows.
She’s running after Jase who looks over his shoulder while slowing to make sure she’s close.
And the way the night smells strikes a chord deep inside me. I’ve always had a good nose, so I thought, like it was something given to me to show me I’ve got shifter blood in me that’s not entirely dormant. But the scents are now suddenly even more vivid. Jase’s scent. The earth. The trees. The river we’re running alongside. I feel like shifting has taken me from three-dimensional living to an exploration of a four-dimensional universe. I can’t wait to be even more plugged in.
He keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure I’m with him, leading the way.
The air smells amazing. The breeze feels great.
A strange sensation clogs my senses until I feel that she’s sneezing. She sneezes twice before pain explodes in my foot. She yelps and now Jase’s wolf is all I can see. He’s up close, sniffing me, then shifting and lifting me up. The pain is sharp, like a dozen bee stings in my right foot. My wolf is yelping. Fuck, that hurts!
Jase commands, “Shift!”
I feel a slurping sensation and I’m me now. I’m immediately crying. My foot burns. Fiercely.
He examines it and says, “Shift again.”
The bubbling sensation lasts just a second, though the bubbles feel bigger than the last time.
“Shift again, Bay,” Jase commands, yet again, and as soon as I’m slurped and back to me-shaped again, the pain is gone.
“Shift!” he repeats and my wolf is running as soon as she’s here, bursting with energy, feeling better, though she’s running not nearly as close to the river as before. I can see what she’s now avoiding. Little blades of new grass growing between the existing grass blades. Wait. Not grass. The scent from those short blades make my nostrils tingle, but though I know this, there’s a disconnect. I don’t know what the scent is. I recognize all the other scents around her today, but not this one. She suddenly stops, turning to look back for Jase.
A light zings by, not far above his head.
“Shift!” Jase suddenly commands.