I was back in the woods, a place I'd been hoping to take a break from after my last trip through them. This time though I wasn't running for my life, and I was with a Pack of wolves I'd trust with my life.

The sun was sinking beneath the horizon casting a beautiful warm light across the clearing. It was an idyllic scene, one that would inspire poets and painters alike, there was no sign of the violence that was to come. This place of seeming peace and calm had been selected as the location for the fight, soon the serenity would be lost.

Tension was thick in the air, so heavy I was sure that even the unwitting humans could sense it. We were all in a state if high alert; watching, waiting. Zachary still hovered in the reception area, enjoying the results of his handiwork. Meanwhile I remained out of sight in the waiting room, praying that the others didn't lose track of him.

6 months later      Life with Max was...interesting. Good interesting, but never predictable. And I loved every second of it. Who knew that one of the missing pieces in my life was an arrogant, cocky, hot as sin werewolf? Letting down my guard and letting Max, and everything that came with him, in was a decision that I had never regretted.      "I still can't believe Jonas has a guest house and I never knew about it."       Huffing, I dropped the heavy box to the floor, glad it was one of te last. Unpacking was going to be a nightmare.      "Not sure he thought you'd be interested, babe."  Max waltzed in, a box under each muscled arm, not an ounce of strain on his face. "It works out well for us though."      He was right. After month of long conversations and beggin on Max's part, altough he'd deny it, I'd agreed to move in together. I'd actually been ready a