The doorbell chimed through the house.
"That's Deucalion. I'll go get it."
Grabbing her jacket, she slid into it as she hot-footed it down the steps.
Hand on the door, she paused, shoring up the bravery to see him. On the other side, she heard him take in a deep, exaggerated breath. Could he already scent her?
"Open the door," he said in a harsh tone, making her jump. "I know you're there."
Another deep breath, and she opened the door.
*****
As the door swung open, that scent grew stronger. He knew why she suddenly wanted to talk. But his anger dissipated when she appeared. The wolf in his head hopped around like a puppy excited to see its owner. She was beautiful with her wet hair hanging around her shoulders.
"Hi," she whispered.
"Hey. I guess we do need to talk."
Her brows rai
