Hannah was sitting comfortably on the forest floor, leaning back against Michael’s broad chest, licking chocolate off from her fingers. Michael had also enjoyed the warm cookies, and was now content to have his mate back in his arms, her sweet scent calming his anxieties. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deeply.
Unexpectedly a long, low, mournful howl broke the silence. Hannah immediately leapt to her feet, her face turning towards the boundary line. Michael followed her, standing slowly, placing one hand on her slim shoulder. “Its Boyd,” he said quietly. He looked down into Hannah’s eyes. “He’s probably still crying for Frankie.”
Hannah’s brow wrinkled up in a frown, and she turned and started toward the sound of the distant howl. “Hannah, wait…”
She didn’t listen,
