Chapter Sixty - Deacon

As soon as everyone was secure, Deacon shifted back, his clothes replacing his dark fur as his body stretched, his wolf’s legs becoming arms and human legs, paws transforming into feet and hands. Once the shift was over, he wrapped his arms around Purity and pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing the top of her blond head. Laying his head on hers, he took a deep breath, inhaling her scent as he held her. “That was too damn close,” he said. “I never should have left you.”

“You couldn’t have known he would have found us that fast,” she told him, squeezing him back, her arms around his waist as she laid her head on his chest. “But it’s over. I’m safe.” She giggled a little as she leaned back and gave herself a once-over. “Banged up pretty good, but safe.”

He pulled her back in, hugging her again and this time, kissing her softly on her lips, relishing the taste of her. When he pulled back, he looked at the others. “Thank you,” he said. “For everything.”