Byron
The moment our mate shifted for the first time into her wolf form, Wyatt and I knew that she was no ordinary woman. This was not the wolf of a slave girl or even an omega. She was absolutely magnificent. When she staggered to her feet, she was big, strong and powerful, nearly as large as Wyatt and I in our wolf forms. Her fur was the thing of a furrier’s dreams. Thick, luxurious black hairs, mixed with red, giving her the appearance of a live ember. A red mask fanned out around her eyes, making her look even more mysterious. Her lovely eyes, the same soft brown as her human form, now looked around at her surroundings, confused.
I couldn’t help myself, I had to touch her, I had to run my hands down her back and feel the softness of her fur beneath my fingers. “My dear, you are gorgeous,” I whispered, awestruck. Behind me, Wyatt was already stripping off his clothes, preparing to shift so that he could run with her in wolf form. I sighed happily and did the same.
Wyatt and I have been shifting since puberty, so for us, the transition was quick and painless. We had identical black wolves with blue eyes. I sniffed around our mate excitedly, jumping and yipping joyfully. Bella watched me warily, as everything to her was still new.
Wyatt, always calm and collected, even in wolf form, was already leading us toward the woods at the edge of the training ground. Bella’s ears perked up, and she trotted after him.
When we entered the tree line, her nose went down to the ground, and she began excitedly sniffing everything. I smiled inside, remembering the wonderment of discovering your wolf senses. Everything smelled amazing and intense, and the fresh trail of a young rabbit could lure you off like an addicting drug. Everything was sharper and more defined. Our vision was crisp and clear, even at night, and our sensitive ears could hear everything, from a squirrel in the bush a half mile away to a crying baby inside the pack house. It was a joyful explosion of sensory overload.
We wandered through the trees, sometimes running as if the devil himself were on our tails, sometimes going slowly, sniffing trails, and rolling over soft moss. We played with each other too. There was a certain freedom in being in wolf form that we didn’t have in our human form. There was no fear of offending her, no fear of hurting her, no fear of being too rough or too affectionate.
Her wolf personality was bold and inquisitive, but she never completely subjugated Bella’s human personality. It was as if she knew that Bella needed to be a part of this experience. She needed strength and confidence and freedom. She needed to know that she could pounce on Wyatt and roll him off his feet without fear, that I could nip playfully at her without causing her harm.
Under our playfulness, there was constant sexual tension, but Wyatt and I agreed that we had to keep a lid on it. Our first time together would be in her human form when she was fully aware and consensual.
Finally, feeling that her energy was waning, we circled back toward the pack house. We reached the now abandoned training field in the fading afternoon light. Bella flopped down on her belly, her tongue lolling, and gave us a lazy look.
“Come on baby, it's time to change back.” Wyatt had already shifted. She looked away from his naked body and tried to cover her eyes with her paw.
“Aww, there is no point in being shy, sweetheart,” I said when I had regained my bipedal legs. “We are all animals, after all.” She had shredded her own clothes in her transformation, so I brought her my tank top from training.
“Focus now, focus on your human form, how it feels. See yourself as you are.” Wyatt coached her.
Her wolf made a pained, whining sound before she began to shift back. For a first-timer, she managed the transformation quickly and was soon kneeling on the ground, shivering and naked, and dazed. I tugged the tank top over her head and squatted down beside her. “You were amazing Bella. Absolutely perfect.”
Bella
The thing that I thought would never happen to me or for me had just happened. It was so sudden and so unexpected... and so exciting. It was like having 19 birthdays and Christmases rolled into one extraordinarily painful event.
To be a werewolf without a wolf was something deeply shameful. There was just something essential missing from you at a primal level. You never felt whole, you never felt complete. You would forever regard yourself as “less than” while others scorned you.
I wasn't "less than" anymore.
I had a wolf, and I loved it. Aside from the painful shift, being in my wolf form felt as natural and easy as breathing. In my wolf I was strong, powerful, graceful... everything I wasn’t as a human. I felt fearless and unafraid like I need not cower before anyone, not even the dominant alphas. It was so liberating. I wished I could stay like that forever. Forget being a human and all the complications that come with it. Let me be a wolf and hunt and run wild for the rest of my life.
Eventually, my strength left me. Shifting for the first time expends a crazy amount of energy, and mine was spent. So when the brothers told me to shift back, I didn’t resist.
And when Byron scooped me up against his warm, naked chest, I relaxed into it and wrapped my arms securely around his neck. I was too tired to worry about anything more. If they wanted to carry me all over the territory like a sack of potatoes, I would let them. As long as I didn’t have to do any of the work. I was too tired to be shy about the fact that I was barely covered, I was too tired to be worried about the consequences of my silly behavior. What I wanted was my bed...and two warm brothers wrapped around me.