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the villages close by knew nothing of them, simply because her pack remained hidden deep in the woods and stayed in human form when interacting with the humans.
    She breathed in deeply, unable to get a good reading on him. He was human alright, but was he something more? She couldn't tell without tasting the air or even licking his skin, and both of those action were out. To get close to him was a danger she wasn't willing to accept with all of her responsibilities. Protecting Karis was her number one priority. Getting lost in the dark blue eyes of the man before her wasn't part of the plan.
    She stood back up and turned to leave as he called after her. "Wait … just tell me your name. I know I've seen you before, but only in my dreams."
    She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes narrowing as she tried to place him. She had without a doubt never seen him before. He was simply slinging words to get her attention, and unfortunately, it had worked. Dru took a few steps in the opposite direction and paused only at the sound of him standing and moving toward her.
    "Look, I know you're a wolf, and I know you can transform into a human. I have traveled a long way looking for you. Please … I'll give you my shirt and turn my back. I just want to talk for a minute."
    She turned her body back around and tilted her head, studying him intensely. Honesty and sincerity sat heavy upon him. Finally, she nodded her head, jerking it up as she took a few steps back. He pulled his shirt from his body and started to walk toward her, but she growled.
    He laughed and tossed the shirt her way and turned around. "I know it might sound crazy, but I've been looking for a cream-colored wolf with crimson silk woven through her hair for the last two years." He laughed, and the sound brightened the whole morning, his demeanor like no one’s she'd ever been around. He seemed strong and commanding, yet kind and welcoming.
    She morphed into her human form, bent over, picked up the shirt and slipped it over her head. Her hair was a bit wild as it flew around her. The shirt swallowed her small figure and left her legs bare. She wasn't too terribly concerned with her appearance, but more with his claims of searching for her and the odd sensation that Karis would claim him to be their savior.
    But he was just human, and even if he were a shifter, this dark-haired man surely wouldn’t change into a pure white wolf. Still … something wasn't right.
    "You can turn around," Drucilia said as she let her eyes drag across the deep grooves of his muscular back.
    He turned and his muscles contracted. The desire to touch him grew fast within her. She hardly realized the fact that she had taken several steps toward him, only a foot or two standing between them.
    He inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as he turned. She waited for him to speak, but he didn't. He took a small step back, his fingers pressing to his lips as his eyes roamed over her wildly.
    "What?" She narrowed her gaze, her sense of self-preservation coating her words.
    He shook his head, his hand dropping from his face as he exhaled a short laugh. "You, that's what."
    She reached up to smooth her hair and wrapped her arms around her chest to cover her nakedness, her modesty nearly lost to being more animal than human. He apparently found that funny or perhaps even found her appearance humorous.
    "What do you want?" she barked out as his smile faded, a look of concentration moving across his handsome face.
    "You. I want you, but let's simply start with a name." He took a step forward, extending his hand. "I'm Caleb. Tell me your name."
    "Tell me why you think you've dreamt of my wolf and what that might mean for you now that you've found me." She ignored his hand and he dropped it, his expression not changing to show disappointment. The smell of challenge rose in the air, and she breathed in, her senses giving her the distinct flavor of an Alpha wolf in human form. She studied him—the perfection of his