Jake's POV

Oh, this he did not like at all.

Fenrir laid against the back of the house. He'd had to strain hard to hear Ripley's phone call, but with these ears, he hadn't missed much.

Fenrir.

His name was Jake.

But Fenrir.

It seemed things were much plainer in his wolf form. In this form, it was easy to see her as his mate, to take on her silly name for himself. Easy as breathing. She was his mate. He would do whatever it took to be close to her, to keep ...