Chapter Seven
Due to their extreme forward planning—and extreme paranoia—Caleb was chained up way before he probably needed to be.
He was also stark naked; a fact that wasn’t doing Anneke’s hormones any favors, since the pheromone thing Caleb seemed to be doing—albeit unwittingly—had gradually ramped up as evening turned to night. She had a horrible feeling it wasn’t done ramping up, either, since presumably his powers would be at their most potent when the moon was at its zenith. So she had a while to go yet, and already she was having trouble keeping her eyes off his delicious body—though she suspected that, soon enough, it wouldn’t matter if he was the ugliest man on the planet. The werewolf whammy would make Quasimodo into Chris Hemsworth.
A freaky thought occurred to her—would she
