Chapter 4
“On the fourth day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me four hours of hotness, three growling males, two cursing pups, and a furball in a fir tree.
Okay, so it was longer than four hours, but I didn’t want to rub it in your face or anything.” ~Jen
Jacque stared at her mate. He stood across the kitchen from her, his eyes glowing bright blue. Fane’s black hair was tousled, and he sported a feral smile. A sense of wildness emanated from him, and he was all hers. “I noticed you flashed in with Adam,” she said as he began to slowly stalk toward her. With every step he took, Jacque took a step away. “I thought you were supposed to be working with Costin.”
“Is Slate with Gavril and Rachel?” Fane asked, ignoring her comment. His eyes glowed brighter as he took a deep breath through hi
