Sweet Mother Moon.
Daria.
I forgot to get her number.
I actually forgot.
Forty-two years old.
Own a successful business.
Can rebuild a Harley engine blindfolded.
And I forgot to ask my mate for her damn phone number.
Idiot.
My stomach burns again.
The Wolf growls.
Go to Alpha.
Yeah.
Probably a good idea.
If anyone knows how to tell a human woman that the man she kissed last night occasionally turns into a giant Wolf, it's Rafe Maccon.
I fire up the Harley and head toward the Manor.
The sprawling estate sits just outside town, behind acres of old forest.
Home.
The heart of the Macconwood Pack.
Rafe always makes time for his Wolves.
That's just the kind of Alpha he is.
As I roll through the gates, something catches my eye.
A familiar white van with cheerful paw prints painted down the side.
Daria's Dawgs & Other Pets Mobile Grooming
My Wolf sits bolt upright.
Mate!
I grin so hard my cheeks hurt.
No damn way!
I park beside the van and cut the engine.
Laughter drifts through the open side door.
