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Now that I don't necessarily hate what I am I've been enjoying my differences a lot more. On days that I don't work I like spending time at the cafe with Maggie. A good part of the time I like doing that in my wolf form. While my mind is still my own there's something about being in canine form that makes it easier to focus on the here and now and take joy in the little things.

The customers, at least the regulars, have gotten used to me. They don't know I'm also Jack, Maggie's boyfriend, they just think I'm the friendly wolf-like dog that likes to play with them. I've even had a few kids ride me around the shop. It's hard to hate what you are when it makes little kids giggle. There's something about the freedom of being in my wolf form that makes it okay to be... playful.

Which is what I'm in the mood for right now, playful. That's why I'm here at the shop as a wolf, eagerly greeting costumers at the door or making a nuissance of myself with Maggie and the other employees by weaving myself around their legs. I could get used to being playful.

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I shake my head. "I want him to be all you, Jack."

Tears are back in my eyes over what I can't say, what I won't say.

"You're doing that thing," I say to her, pulling back enough to look her in the eyes again. "Where you're thinking stuff you don't want to tell me."

"It's a thing now, is it?" I ask, trying in vain to laugh it off. I know its pointless, though, so I sigh and nod. "I'm tied to this town, Jack, I can't be anywhere else. The same doesn't hold for you."

Just like it hadn't for my mother.

"I think you're wrong about that," I say. It's been something that I've been thinking about a lot, actually. Because I don't think I could function without her.

"Remember when you said you can feel me through your magic? I think that's because your magic is in me. I think it's anchoring me."

That thought stops my own cyclical fears cold and I raise my eyes to his. "I wonder if that's why you're the only person to have come to the island without arriving in front of me. Maybe things had to be right for that connection to be made?"

"Maybe I didn't come from anywhere," I say, another line of thought I had been following since I realized how much I loved her, how we're connected.

"Maybe I don't remember anything because I didn't exist."

I look up at him, my brows knitted together. "What do you mean, you didn't exist?"

My fingers wrap around his biceps and squeeze for emphasis.

"Maybe I was created just for you."

I know that's unlikely, but I like to think it because it's the best reason to exist that I can think of.

"Maybe you were," I respond, smiling. "I'd like to think that after giving everything I am to this place, it finally gave me something back. And I couldn't have asked for a better gift."

"You should have asked for one that can also sing," I tease, leaning in to kiss her.soft and slow, touched by the comment and figuring that's the best way I can show it.

I giggle against his lips. "Singing's overrated. You make me giggle, and that's ten times better."

"Just because I could sing doesn't mean I couldn't make you giggle too," I point out, kissing down long her throat.

My head falls back to give him better access to more of my throat. A soft sound escapes my lips. "Giggling and purring. Much better than singing. But if you want, we can work on the singing if you want."

"It would probably lead to more giggling," I point out as I kiss more along her neck, arms still around her and holding her close in an easy, familiar way.

I ghost my hands up his sides, still searching for elusive sensitive areas. "Nothing wrong with a good giggle every now and then."

I'll take your word for it," I say, nipping at her collarbone while her clever fingers dance along my torso.

"One of these days, grumpy, I'll get a true, silly, giggle out of you," I say as my fingers slip under his waistband at his hips.

"Mmmmm, nit if you're looking for it there you're not."

I am definitely not complaining though. She can look for whatever she wants down there.

"You sure? I'm sure I've heard a few interesting sounds when I look down here," I reply primly, despite the fact a button has somehow come undone.

I love it when she acts all proper while she seduces me. Maggie does a surprisingly good job of playing the "good girl".

"And you think some sounded close to a giggle?"

"Perhaps," I answer in the same tone as the zipper drops very, very slowly.

I take a hissing breath as she undoes my zipper before giving a low growl. Apparently she's feeling a bit saucy today.

"You're bad."

"Should I stop then?" I ask, still innocent, hands frozen where they are.

"No!" I say, a little more eagerly than I intend to. I never want her to stop doing things like this.

The backs of my hands brush his lower belly. "Are you sure? I'd hate to be a bother."