* Ashley *

Somewhere deep inside my head I knew the man, five years ago the man whom my father said who could help us. But he is not just a man, he is a wolf. A tiny gasp escape my throat as the reality dawned on me. The wine glass slip from my hand and fell down on the thick carpet of the floor. I felt sorry for my cleaning crew when the dark red liquid stained the expensive floor covering.

I groaned and look up at him. "You! Now I remember who you are. You have no right to be here! Your ...