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And she wasn't scared at all.
The panther moved towards her.
She smiled when it looked at her, wanting to reassure him that his changing hadn't frightened her.
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"Are you house trained? she said in a tight voice, not sure what else to say to him when he was in this
form.
The panther growled at her, a disdainful look in his golden eyes.
"I'm sorry, she said as he turned away from her. He turned back around and brushed his long thick tail
across her knees. She shrugged and smiled.  It's defence mechanism humour."
He paced across the room, looking at her occasionally.
"You'd make a great guard dog ... cat ... I'm not sure what to call you."
He reared onto his back legs and growled as he began to change back. It looked just as painful as when
he'd changed into the animal. Suddenly, Erik was standing naked before her.
"Just call me Erik, he said and picked up his underwear, slipping them on. She was thankful for his
modesty. She would never be able to concentrate when he was nude around her.
"Did something bite you to make you like that? She tried to think about all the movies she'd seen with
werewolves in it.  Are you like a werewolf ... a werepanther ... do you change when it's a full moon?"
He laughed and went to the bathroom. She watched him get some things out of the cupboard and then
come back to her.
"Let me, she said as he unscrewed the lid of the antiseptic.
She was surprised that he did. He came over and knelt before her, holding the bottle and cotton wool
out to her. Taking them, she doused the cotton ball with the antiseptic and then carefully applied it to the
scratches on his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and winced.
"Sorry, she muttered and lightened her strokes. The cuts weren't deep, but they had bled all down his
chest. She focused on her work and let him speak. It was probably best this way. He could get it all off
his chest while she got all this blood off it too. Tending to him made it all feel a little more normal.
"I don't change with the moon, he said in quiet voice.
A glance at him revealed that he was watching her hands, a tender expression on his face. She could
almost feel his relief that she wasn't running away. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Instinct was telling
her to stay and her legs weren't cooperating.
"We're not werepanthers. We're shape-shifters. Lycans. I wasn't bitten either. Although you can change
that way. With my family, it's hereditary. It's a gene passed down through the bloodline. He took
another sharp breath. She smiled an apology into his eyes and began cleaning up the dried blood.  My
mother was a panther like me. Father was like Alistair, a puma. Myself and Alistair carry both of the
genes for panther and puma. What we change into is just the dominant gene. If a shape-shifter
impregnates a human, there's a chance the child will carry the gene successfully but there's an equal
chance that the gene will make it sick, in which case they'll need to be properly turned into a lycan by one
of the same species."
"Is that what the paragraph is about? She saw him nod. It all made sense to her now. Alistair was
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promiscuous and in all probability, he would end up fathering a child at some point, and from the stories
she'd been told, it was likely to be with a human.  If his blood doesn't match, if the dominant gene is
panther, he wants you to change it."
"I said it was complicated. He smiled, a fleeting one that made the air in the room and her heart feel
lighter.
She finished cleaning the cuts on his chest and looked at them. They didn't show any sign of starting to
bleed again. Her fingers traced the edges of the wounds. She ached inside to see them and to know he'd
got them defending her.
"Erik? she whispered to his chest.
"Yes, Kim? he breathed her name so softly that she melted inside.
Looking into his eyes, she took hold of his hands, threading their fingers together and pressing her palms
against his. She needed to feel him, wanted his arms around her so she would know that the feelings he'd
always shown for her were still there inside of him. She had to know that if she was going stay with him,
that everything between them was going to be all right. She needed to know she'd be safe, and that he'd
always protect her in this new world she'd be entering.
"Kiss me? she pleaded.
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