Rhett Steps Up

Havermouth, Present Time

Rhett paused in the shadows of Rohan’s rose garden. He felt the warm weight of Cameron against his side as his mate crouched and could smell the distinct scent of their wet fur warmed from their body heat.

He badly wanted to shake, the drag of his rain-heavy coat uncomfortable although the wet had not penetrated the undercoat to the skin, but he knew that he would be fighting a losing battle – the rain was coming down too heavily for him to shake himself free of the annoying wetness.

Wolves were not rain-friendly, usually preferring to den and wait for the weather to clear. The rain affected his sense of smell, he didn’t like the wetness of the bitumen under his paws, and his coat would only hold up for so long before the cold and wet penetrated.

Cameron whinged, as unhappy with the weather as Rhett was. But, better in wolf form than human, Rhett told himself. Not only were wolves more resilient against the weather than humans, they were faster and able to