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286 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published August 25, 2009
They are sent by the Marok to attend a meeting in Seattle with werewolves around the world. Bran, the Marok and Charles father has decided to publicly announce to the world the existence of wolves. The gathering is to discuss the idea and persuade the packs that this is a good idea.![]()
And it’s lovely to see how they bring something good to each other……![]()
This is turning out to be a series as good as the Mercy Thompson one. Can’t wait to read the next installment!!![]()
She gave him a happy look as he followed her out on the water-soaked wooden walk. "This could be fun," she said, then turned, took a running step, and did a couple of back flips - like a middle-school kid at recess. He stopped where he was, lust and love and fear rising up in a surge of emotion he did not, for all his years, have any idea how to deal with.
"What?" she asked, a little breathless from her gymnastics. She brushed her wavy heair out of her face and gave him a serious look. "Is there something wrong?"
He could hardly tell her that he was afraid because he didn't know what he'd do if something happened to her. That his sudden, unexpected reaction had brought Brother Wolf to the fore. She threw his balance off; his control - which had become almost effortless over the years - was erratic at best.
"You are a remarkable man, Charles Cornick."
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and put his chin on the top of her head. "I know," he confided lightly. "And often under-appreciated by those who don't know any better."
She poked him with a finger and looked up at him. "And funny - though I expect that is another facet of your character that goes unappreciated even more often than your remarkableness."
"Some people don't even notice," he said in a mock-mournful voice.
"Do you remember when I told you that you were my mate - and you responded by telling me you didn't like sex?"
She giggled at his smug tone. "I thought it only fair to warn you."
She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that...and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.
"...I love your touch. Touch me anytime. Any place. Anywhere." It was heartfelt, and honest... <<*snip*>> "Pet me," he told her. "I like it."