A Mate to Howl For
Maria took a long drink from her glass.
“We will have to see about that,” Griffin joked before becoming serious. “Okay, Bee. Who are you, and what are you doing in Dry Ridge?”
“I suppose you can try, but I am waiting like a good little wolf for my mate. And thinking along that line, what are you? My wolf and I met cats before and you don’t smell like them. Hell, you don’t smell like a vampire or a druid either.” Maria had heard from Molly about a Pixie, so she was aware of the Fae even if she had never met one.