The change, as far as Asher knew, began as a shiver, a tingle that became a vibration of the skin, which eventuated into that skin breaking apart in order to make room for the Wolf to emerge. As such - and with the knowledge of a veteran - he could see, in real time, the reactions of a body attempting to Turn. He could also see it in a body as it tried to resist an involuntary Turn and inevitably fail. Both looked similar in the beginning - it was the end result that differed here.
“Well done,” he breathed, gracing her with another of his easy smiles as she shook herself free of the pain and, consequently, the Change. “Very well done.”
Pain was something that the alpha was no stranger to, something that seemed as familiar to him as breathing. And having lived so long, it was easy to mingle pain and pleasure together, difficult to differentiate when he hadn’t been in pain, one way or another.
“Truthfully, it’s just something you learn to deal with.” Perhaps this was as open as he’d ever been with Audrey, though to say as much wasn’t to say much at all, considering that he’d barely spoken to her in her life - either as a human or a lycan. But these were words that showed more of him than he was comfortable with as a means of explaining a lesson - one that often came harshly with the reality of being any kind of shifter. People simply didn’t look at you the same.
Werewolves, in Asher’s experience, were considered the “icky” sort of magical, the painful, the aggressive, the unkind, the ugly. Vampires were the sexy ones, with their glamours and their scarless bodies. They didn’t know pain in the way that the wolves did - and this was, ironically, painfully obvious to Asher, who knew for a fact that for some of them, aesthetics were their top issue and priority. They were just as disgusting, if not worse - leeches who stuck their dicks in their victims. At least werewolves didn’t groom their prey. Alas, his biased thoughts aside, Asher shook his head and spoke once more.
“Meditation can help, I think it’d be a good idea if you started. Twice a day, morning and night, at least fifteen minutes. Not thinking about Turning, though, that could go south fast. Just your regular, clear your head kind of stuff.” It might have sounded like a suggestion, but the words held the undercurrent of a command, and something about his gaze suggested he’d know if she wasn’t sticking to the routine.
“Well done,” he breathed, gracing her with another of his easy smiles as she shook herself free of the pain and, consequently, the Change. “Very well done.”
Pain was something that the alpha was no stranger to, something that seemed as familiar to him as breathing. And having lived so long, it was easy to mingle pain and pleasure together, difficult to differentiate when he hadn’t been in pain, one way or another.
“Truthfully, it’s just something you learn to deal with.” Perhaps this was as open as he’d ever been with Audrey, though to say as much wasn’t to say much at all, considering that he’d barely spoken to her in her life - either as a human or a lycan. But these were words that showed more of him than he was comfortable with as a means of explaining a lesson - one that often came harshly with the reality of being any kind of shifter. People simply didn’t look at you the same.
Werewolves, in Asher’s experience, were considered the “icky” sort of magical, the painful, the aggressive, the unkind, the ugly. Vampires were the sexy ones, with their glamours and their scarless bodies. They didn’t know pain in the way that the wolves did - and this was, ironically, painfully obvious to Asher, who knew for a fact that for some of them, aesthetics were their top issue and priority. They were just as disgusting, if not worse - leeches who stuck their dicks in their victims. At least werewolves didn’t groom their prey. Alas, his biased thoughts aside, Asher shook his head and spoke once more.
“Meditation can help, I think it’d be a good idea if you started. Twice a day, morning and night, at least fifteen minutes. Not thinking about Turning, though, that could go south fast. Just your regular, clear your head kind of stuff.” It might have sounded like a suggestion, but the words held the undercurrent of a command, and something about his gaze suggested he’d know if she wasn’t sticking to the routine.
