The lake shimmered under a swollen moon, and the boat rocked gently as Rowan rowed us toward the center of the still lake, crickets singing in the reeds as we passed them. Rowan rowed, ha ha.

You had to hand it to him, he really knew how to make a girl feel special. I didn’t blame El-whatever at all for falling as head over heels as she did with him, so much so that she dared disobey her mate, which in werewolf world is a big no-no.

Yellow lantern lights shone bright, bobbing in ...