“No—” I cried, trying to cover his face with my hands. “What if someone is videotaping you?”
His hair grew shoulder length before me, and tiny dark hairs covered his arms and athletic chest.
“Please — don’t!” I said to him. “It could be a hunter!”
I was afraid for Brandon’s life and did my best to hide him with my arms.
“Oh no! You have to stop!” I said.
There was a goatee and stubble along his face where none had been. Fangs pierced out between the parting of his lips.
Brandon breathed heavily and I could see his senses were keened in on movement in the brush a few yards away.
“Please, whoever you are! Please, go away!” I shouted.
Brandon stepped in front of me. He wasn’t about to let me take a silver bullet for him.
Just then a beam of light shone on Brandon. It was coming from only a few yards away. As Brandon retreated I noticed a figure holding a flashlight — and on his finger was a familiar class ring.
Several wolves howled in the distance. The light shining on Brandon quivered. Brandon howled in return, and the flashlight fell to the ground.
We heard a rustling in the woods away from us as if someone was running for their life. In the distance a car door slammed and an engine started. Squealing tires peeled off.
I stared at Brandon, who was as gorgeous as I’d ever seen him. I was scared, frightened of what was going to happen to us now. Brandon reached out and took my shaking hand in his steady and firm one. I felt an immediate surge of love and strength flow straight to my heart.
“What do we do now?” I asked him as the moon shone above us.
“We do something we couldn’t do for many months,” he replied in a sexy voice. “Something I’ll always remember.”
Brandon drew me into him and playfully nuzzled his stubbly cheek against mine and then nibbled my neck softly with his fangs. Then he kissed me with the roaring passion of a pack of werewolves and the romance of many full moons.
I am so grateful to these wonderful people:
Katherine Tegen, who has made my dreams come true, and for invaluable advice in continuing to guide my writing career.
Ellen Levine, for your amazing direction, kindness, and everything you do.
Sarah Shumway, for your suggestions, humor, and friendship.
I’d like to thank my wonderful mom; my awesome brothers, Mark and Ben; my in-laws, Jerry, Hatsy, Hank, Wendy, Emily, and Max; and my best friends, Linda and Indigo.
