He started to gorge himself on the warm meat, just like I had when I came out. He was about halfway done when the bloodlust lifted, and he looked over to me. He whined, moving aside. "Eat my kill with me, my mate," he told me.

I pulled off my clothes and shifted, moving next to him. He reached in, removing the liver and dropping it at my feet. I picked it up, biting half and pulling it apart before gulping it down. I nosed the rest to him, moving in to get some of the tender meat from above the ribs.

We finished twenty minutes later, shifting back to...