I'd just finished hugging the last wolf pup goodbye when Cane entered. I sensed it even before I saw him. His presence made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and my nerve endings come alive. When I turned, our eyes clashed, his the strange golden when his wolf was too close to the surface. My breath caught as the silence stretched between us.

His commanding presence wasn't diminished by the jeans and Henley shirt he wore. If anything, it gave him a rugged countenance that ...