Chapter FIFTEEN-KIAN

Working myself into a lather is exactly what I need.

Because the second Max and Zeke finally let me up, after physically holding me back from chasing Arliss down like some feral bull on a rampage, I was this close to shifting, charging down the drive, and begging her not to look at me like I’m a monster.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I did something useful.

I mean, I still shifted into my Bull.

But not to hunt my woman. Instead, I let Jed, our resident goat-whisperer and all around handyman with too many opinions and not enough shirts, strap an old-fashioned plow to my back.

Yeah. A real one.

Iron and leather. Rustic as hell.

Why? Because sometimes a man needs something to tether him to reality.

The moment the straps tightened, something in me settled.

Because this is honest work. And I need that to ground me.

Everything I’m doing, I do for her whether or not she knows it.

I should leave her alone. But I know I won’t.