Chapter Twenty-seven (Dane’s POV) Decades before…

The Weres brought us more wood than we needed and they helped us pile them just by the living room fireplace and then up in the bedroom. By evening the fire of roasting antelope lit up my grounds. And the tantalising smell filled the air. Our unwanted guests were literally camping on my porch and forcing my woman's attention. Saraya stayed outside with them, playing the perfect hostess. Heaven knew I would have left them there perhaps that would have made them leave earlier. Saraya's laughter rang out now and then and I loved the sound of it. She was happy and content and that was what made me let them be.

But around midnight she came inside to check on me, wanting me to know our guests were about to leave and I had to say something at least.

Her eyes were alive and animated. Her cheeks were rosy and healthy. She was still tying the toga and they made her look so regal and sexy at the same time.

"Dane?" she called softly. I nodded and got up from the living room chair, thinking