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eyes darted down below. Thick, tanned legs were partially covered by black boxers, but what was underneath was starting to stir. Luna quickly looked away.
    An amused chuckle hit her ears. “Something you like, princess?”
    Blood pooled into her cheeks and somehow Luna didn’t think the inky darkness was masking her blush. “Not really,” she responded, “and stop calling me princess!”
    Chase continued to laugh at her, his fingers lighter on her arms but beginning to rub circles with his thumbs. Abruptly, he let her go and stepped back. “I don’t think it will be back tonight but just in case you’d better stay close. Grab a blanket and we’ll stay downstairs”.
    “Where’s Michael? Isn’t he home yet?” Perhaps Michael knew something they didn’t. Like, what the hell was that thing?
    Shaking his head, Chase took another look out of the window before heading towards the door. “Not yet, sweetheart. He’ll be back by morning. You might want to grab a pillow, too. The couch ain’t that comfy”.

Six
     
    Luna spent a restless night on the sofa. Chase was right; the couch wasn’t made for long naps. The leather stuck to her bottom and the arms were far too stiff. Chase had spent much of the night prowling around the house, checking the windows were shut and the doors locked. The steaming hot tea Luna had made when they came downstairs had grown stone cold as she fell asleep watching him pace.
    Thankfully he had thrown on some clothes by that point.
    Not that he wasn’t nice to look at. Hell, he was built like a Chippendale and possessed eyes which a woman could drown in, but she had a boyfriend. Pierre was what her mother would call ‘as cute as a button’, with his baby blue eyes, blonde hair and straight nose. Standing six foot tall, he was lean, the perfect swimmer’s body. Luna had been working at the law firm as a secretary for three months when she had literally ran into him, barely able to see over the thick stack of files she had been carrying from one office to the other. Pierre had been the perfect gentleman, helping her gather up the files and even going as far to bring some over to the right office.
    His sweetness and the old-fashioned way he spoke endeared him to her and so when he suggested dinner after work, Luna couldn’t help but say yes. Pierre’s personality was quite serious compared to others their own age. As a lawyer he had to be serious, but even when they were outside work he tended to be sombre. One night a week he played football with some friends and they spent a couple nights together. Sometimes he’d take her on a picnic out in the countryside, or they would enjoy a night out at the opera. Frequent trips to art galleries and museums allowed Pierre’s deep knowledge of history to come out. The passion in his voice when he spoke on various historical subjects was unmistakeable. At times it was almost as though he had actually lived through it, but Luna knew that was absurd. 
    Mind you, she thought to herself, knees drawn up underneath her bottom, after seeing that … thing … anything was possible.
    It was finally morning. The sun was out, the air warm. Faint chirps from outside told her that it had to be late morning.
    Her body told her that the couch was bloody uncomfortable.
    As Luna was slowly rising up from the couch a creak alerted her to the front door. Michael was finally home.
    “Have you been out all night, Michael?” she asked, unable to stifle a yawn.
    Michael carried on walking past, heading straight towards the kitchen. “Yes, mom”, he replied drily. “You want some coffee?”
    Luna followed him. “What have you got on this property apart from wolves, Michael?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing, her voice low.
    Michael didn’t respond straight away. Instead, he reached for a mug, filling it with hot coffee. After sipping it for a moment, he sighed and rotated his neck, his muscles obviously aching. “Chase has already told me what happened. You