Dingo/Davin POV To my relief she didn’t argue when I took the keys from her. She just slid into the passenger seat. I had a wonderful night. Except for that terrible waitress, she’s lucky she is human. As a scout for the Counsel only the Council members themselves and Pack Alphas have rank over me. I rarely ever need to push that but I would do anything for Danny and there was no excuse for that girl’s behavior. Had she been Werewolf, I would have her punished. I got in and fired up the truck. Danny sat sideways against me. I loved the smell of her. I wrapped my arm around her as I drove back to her trailer. I loved feeling her curves and womanly softness against me. Craving her skin, I slipped my hand just beneath her shirt and ran my thumb along her side. She shook and started giggling. It was a beautiful sound. Feminine and enticing, it vibrated to the center of my being and I loved it. Just as she snuggled back into me, I did it again. “Stop, you’re tickl

Danny POV I loved riding with him. I didn’t have to worry about anything, I could just lean into him and enjoy the world as it flew by.  I loved the wind in my face and hair, feeling his strong muscles beneath me as he deftly cornered around the winding roads. We decided on a picnic lunch, he said he knew the perfect spot and so far, he hasn’t been wrong. After we got some sandwiches, we pulled off the highway and down a twisting logging road. The air was much calmer here. It still had a tinge of salt from the sea but that was now overpowered by the earthy smell of damp leaves and dirt. Most of the leaves had fallen already and there were big patches of bare branches in the canopy that let beautiful rays of sunlight pour through. I caught sight of a few deer as they bounded off deeper into the woods. Fat squirrels were gathering the last of the forest foods in preparation for winter. It was the perfect afternoon. When he stopped, we were in a small clearing that

Dingo/Davin POV Without driving recklessly, I went as fast as possible to get her home. I knew she would be frozen. I felt her arms around me but the entire ride home she didn’t say a word. I wished that she could mind link. My heart was aching, I felt horrible for pushing her. I didn’t want to lose her and if she was going to walk away from us then I had to know why. How to stop her. I couldn’t lose her. As soon as the bike was parked, she got up but tripped and went sprawling. I braced the bike and ran to her; she was shaking with the cold. I picked her up and helped her inside. When I finally got her back to her room, I looked her over. Her eyes were dilated, her lips and hands were a pale blue and she was shaking. She’s in shock and way too cold. “Danalee, we need to get you warm and quickly.” I said to her urgently. She was just staring forward, shaking. I looked around, ah, there. I thought I had seen a space heater around here. I plugged it in

 Dingo/Davin POVAs we stepped outside to the truck I offered to drive. I knew the way well and that she preferred to be the passenger. It would be a nice day for a ride and to be outside, I was looking forward to introducing her. We drove up the coast just enjoying the ride and company. I loved that she sat in the middle with her curves against me where I could place my arm around her. She’d hum to the tunes and sing quietly, a little shyly with the chorus on the radio. I loved her signing, I could tell she was happy and couldn’t help herself, it was contagious. She perked up and laughed then turned up the radio up and sang out, “There was a Werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand…Ahwooooooo, Werewolves of London. Ahwooooooo.” This whole time I was contemplating how to tell her werewolves are real and the fact that ‘werewolf’ just came from her mouth left me stunned.Dane was choking he was laughing so hard

Dingo/Davin POVI didn’t realize how much I had missed her until she walked in from the kitchen. She was carrying a pitcher of water and as usual my breath caught at the sight of her. She smiled and held my gaze as she walked forward and put the pitcher on the table. I loved how she walked, how her hips swayed. How her curves moved with grace. My beautiful Danalee. As soon as she deposited the pitcher, she came and sat down beside me holding my hand.“Hi.” She said, smiling shyly at me.“Did you miss me much?” I asked her teasingly in a low voice.“Nope.” She replied with a mischievous grin on her face.“You’re lying.” I smiled at her looking deeply into her eyes.“Yup.” She said and let a small giggle escape, blushing deeply.Brenda came in with the salad, “Oh Dingo, you need to bring her back in the spring. I think she has solved my rhubarb troubles and I