He was sweating. He was going to be in for it. He felt it. He followed the alpha out after a moment, letting his pants come off slowly. He felt it quicker than he could register now. The tearing of skin and rescaling of bones into his wolf. He bounded after Nick, wherever he went.
On earth, thereâd be others of their kind along with the full wolves, barking through the night. Thereâd be howls for miles and scents to go wild for, but here, wherever here was, there was just them, and while Nick appreciated the alone time, he wanted Dominic to experience the world as he used to know it. Including time under the full moon. He found the omega easily enough and came running after him, bounding in long strides until he was close enough and leaped, tackling into him playfully.Â
Dominic's memories of the full moon was when he was a pup. And incidentally, his best memories of being a pup were the full moon. Even before his wolf hit at nine he could only smile when all of his pack was howling and having the grandest time. He could only hope this full moon would surpass it, so far? It was definitely memorable. Dominic stopped quick enough to brace and respond to the tackle so he didn't topple completely. He feign snapped his jaw at the other, at his neck playfully as if fighting for dominance. He backed off, remembering rut though.













