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from her, Fawkes didn’t know what was. His demon wanted her but he didn’t have his own footing yet, let alone step out of his zone and hurt another.
    He gave Hunter a nod but didn’t let his gaze stray from where Leslie had stood.
    He’d give her time to find herself then he’d follow her. He’d made his choice and for some reason he had a feeling Leslie would be the one to help him keep it made.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Why couldn’t she just get the nerve to ask him what he felt? Leslie wondered to herself. It had been two months since she met the demon who made her wolf beg for more and prance around like a show-pup yet she hadn’t made a move.
    Neither had he.
    Could her wolf be wrong?
    Maybe Fawkes wasn’t her true half and mate.
    That thought seemed to depress her.
    Fawkes had moved into the guest house and immediately entwined himself within the Pack. Liam and Alec loved him—training with the demon daily with not only normal fighting but with swords as well. Hunter would join them and the four of them, along with a few others who came to watch or play, would train for hours.
    Fawkes would then walk around the den, learning what he could about how a Pack worked. He learned how the maternal females were stronger than most dominant males. They had to be considering they were the ones that raised the pups into who they would grow up to be.
    The maternal females loved him. Apparently they loved his smile and the way he would let the pups climb up his body—sans claws since they were taught at a young age not to use them while in wolf form. He wrestle with the pups on the ground, treating them as if they were his own and precious.
    While in the main house he’d walk around holding Hazel to his chest, singing in a low—and damn sexy—baritone. The little girl was in love with him already and she knew Becca trusted him with her heart.
    After all, the fiery leprechaun trusted him with her child and mate.
    If only Leslie could work up the nerves to make a move.
    When she’d seen him behind the house that first night her wolf had howled, pacing around and trying to get out to touch him. Gods, she wanted to feel his hands in her fur…and tangled in her hair.
    She might not be a virgin, but it had been way too long since she’d had any form of contact that wasn’t brotherly…or creepy as hell.
    Colin and his crew still bothered her but they had seemed to step back a bit since Liam, Alec, and Hunter had warned them off.
    She knew it wouldn’t last though.
    It never did.
    If only that were the worst of her problems though.
    Her wolf—and her human half—wanted Fawkes.
    Badly.
    If only she knew how to make that clear. She knew other species mated with wolves as she’d seen firsthand evidence of it with Becca and Hunter. So that meant that the demon who was currently wrestling with his choice to be good could be her true half.
    She just had to ask him.
    She let out a snort.
    Sure like that was easy.
    “What’s so funny?” Fawkes asked as he walked to her side. He came up right beside her but didn’t touch her.
    Her wolf whimpered at the lack of contact and it took all in her power not to lean closer and rub herself along his body, scenting him so no other female would dare come near him.
    Oh, she’d seen the other females watch him. There might not be as many females as males in the Pack, but those who were there and mateless watched her demon.
    Yes, hers .
    She just had to make it that way.
    “Leslie?” He reached out as if he were going to cup her face, then fisted his hand before lowering his arm to his side.
    Her wolf whimpered and she wanted to scream. Why couldn’t she make the first move? Damn being submissive.
    “What? Oh, nothing’s funny. I was just thinking.”
    He searched her face and she stared into those black eyes with flecks of red. Since they were within the den, he didn’t wear contacts. None of them did. Once any of them left the den, they wore contacts to protect their