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starting to look skittish again, as if realizing how much information she’d given him this night. He couldn’t let her spook and lose all the ground he’d fought so hard to win.
    Clearing his throat, he began, “My mom made the best chicken pot pie in the world. She’d say the secret was the crust. I’d sit in the kitchen while she cooked, and Mel and Bella and Iron would drop over if they knew it was chicken pot pie night…”

Chapter Eight
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    R egan opened her eyes to see a wolf asleep across from her, his body firmly on his side of the bed, and the only physical contact two entwined fingers, fingers which had remained together throughout their long conversation.
    It took a few moments for the memory of the previous night to resurface, how they spoke long into the night telling each other stories. They started small and fun and fluffy about her sister and his friends, but gradually as the night progressed, the stories became deeper. Stories on her father’s change into a monster dedicated to hunting other monsters and stories about his fears for his pack and his kind.
    They spoke and she didn’t remember it stopping. There was only closing her eyes for a moment to let his voice wash over her, and now there was the light of a new day, without any conscious decision for the sleep that had come in-between the two.
    Those stories held power in the moonlight, but the cold bright light of day brought fear over what he could do to her with the information he learned last night, and suspicion in how easy it was to trust him, how little it took for him to convince her to share everything she was with him.
    His own eyes opened in the midst of her musings, gentle and clear gold in the morning light. “Good morning.” His eyes scanned her face, then dimmed. “Or maybe not. Second thoughts and not even a morning after?”
    Even with the melancholy clinging to her, she still laughed, something she discovered last night the wolf had an easy time making her do. It was disturbing, so many things that were easy to do with him which seemed impossible to do with others. “I’m a hunter and you’re a wolf.”
    “Yeah, I’m a wolf.” He nodded, tightening their fingers together, a subtle move that had her going back to last night’s intimacy. “My kind has some horrible examples, and I’m sorry you’ve dealt with them, but you can’t believe all my kind are like that any more than all humans should be treated like criminals because a few truly are.”
    It was so easy to believe that, after a night hearing him talk about memories and friends and a family he had stories about going back generations. She felt like she knew them all, and shared with him the most important part of her life, how she cared for Bethie, how they grew up. Last night, the love and adoration she had for her sister was on display, and he…he smiled in recognition, and told her he now made chicken pot pie, and couldn’t wait to make it the first time Bethie visited.
    It was like the fucker saw straight into her soul, into what she’d always ached for, always looking into the windows with moms and dads reading to their kids, watching TV or coloring together. The kids were happy or sad or bored, but it didn’t matter. What mattered is it was normal , it was a family happy to be together, cherishing their time together even if they didn’t know to put that label to it.
    It wasn’t constant threat of the belt. It wasn’t keeping their kids riding the edge of fear, ostensibly for their own good. It wasn’t being more used to ash and gunsmoke than smiles. “What do you want from me? I attempted to shoot you and you offered to make dinner for my sister.”
    “I want you.” And now his own eyes were nervous, the couple lines around them and his mouth bunching up. He drew a deep breath, the type used to gather courage. “What do you know of true mates?”
    “That’s a myth.” That had to be a myth, as much as a soul mate was for a human. Sure,