Page 87 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

Jay orders for everyone, stepping free and pulling out his wallet without prompting. It makes a small smile pull at my lips, resting my head against Saint’s shoulder.

I feel so incredibly lucky to have them.Bothof them.

“What are you thinking, Tiny?” Saint asks, then presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“That I really want this fried dough in my mouth already,” I chuckle, watching them prepare our order inside the truck.

“Is that all?”

“Are you looking for a specific thought?”

“Nope, just always wondering what’s going on inside that fascinating brain of yours,” Saint quips back.

“Here, here!” Jay chirps, turning with our food in hand.

“Yeah, you agree with him, Big Guy?” I ask, taking one of the plates.

“Absolutely. I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.”

I laugh, throwing my head back on Saint’s arm. “Never?”

“Okay, maybe notnever,” Jay agrees, smiling at me.

Then, Jay and Saint steer me toward the tent with plastic chairs and round tables set up underneath in case of rain.

Sitting under the tent, Jay Saint and I devour our fried dough, slurping our hot chocolates. Other Pack members periodically stop by to clap Jay on the back or give Saint a high five, asking about the Pack run or how his father is doing, among other things.

Again, I can’t help comparing the boys to some of the other Packs I had wandered through while away from The Hollow.

So many Alphas still ruled with fear rather than respect. There is a vast difference between the atmosphere here and the other Packs I’d visited throughout the years. Sure, I was alwayswelcomedinto the fold, but looking back, I have a suspicion my invitation had only been extended due to the color of my fur.

The Hollow, though, feels likehomein a way that has nothing to do with having been born here andeverythingto do with the two wolves in front of me.

The sun sank below the horizon a few hours ago, but the bright Wolf Moon illuminates the forest floor. It reflects off Jay’s fur as he leads the Pack through the trees, over the hills, and through the gorge. Saint and I run side by side, bumping shoulders as we careen through the forest, content with following our Alpha tonight.

Eventually, though, when the rest of the pack split off, chasing their own desires, Jay, Saint, and I find ourselves deep in the woods and alone.

The bipedal shift takes Jay first, and he slowly rises above Saint and me as his limbs crack and change into something between wolf and man. Skin and fur blend together over his shoulders,chest, and thighs. My wolf and I succumb to it next, rising on hind legs, paws changing to hands with deadly claws.

And finally, Saint shifts.

Saint rises on two legs, his thighs and arms covered in cinnamon fur longer than Jay’s. His green eyes, bright from within a wolfish face, are a sight to behold.

Heat blooms in my core as I take in their forms, the thick knotted base of Jay and Saint’s cocks.

My mouth waters with the urge to lead them on a chase, see which one is faster– take them both.

Jay’s wolfish voice is thick when he asks, “Do you want both of us, Gorgeous?”

“Ineedboth of you,” I reply, taking slow, measured steps to the side, drinking down the sight of Jay and Saint bipedal, and rock hard for me. The knott at the base of Saint’s cock looks a little different than Jay’s, almost…ribbed.

“I want to chase you, Tiny,” Saint grumbles, stroking his cock twice.

“That can be arranged,” I reply, taking another few steps.

“Think he can outrun me, Gorgeous?”

“Couldn’t tell you, but I think you’ll have to work together to catchme,” I reply, then take off.