Paul and I pulled up into the driveway, and before he could turn off the motorcycle, he covered my hands, which were still embracing his torso. I felt him sigh.

"I'm worried, Kim."

"She can't hurt me," I whispered while placing my cheek against his broad back.

"There's just so much that I can't control…"

I nodded. It's why he had done everything, why he turned into a Werewolf, why he created the agreement with the Neratomay. It was to have some form of ...