Chapter 76 My Man Is No Human

• Dawn cracked over the crude roofs of the werewolf village entangled in a lover's embrace. Nicholette was nested in Rafe's curled body, surrounded by warm thick fur, protection, acceptance and promises of life long love.
• The hearth had settled to a red hush. They lay across the quilt of old hunts –bears, deers and foxes strewn about, victims of the lover's turmoil of passion. Rafe rested with his cheek on her thigh, awake and still, breathing her in.
• “I hate the day,” Rafe announced, eyes still closed. “The night with you should last forever.”