Dwyer forced himself to pay attention to the conversation and keep his passenger chatting, but damn. This close to Halloween, it was hard enough to control his wolf without being teased and tormented by meeting a potential mate as well.
Nah. Not possible. Male wolves did not mate with males. Get your head out of your ass, Dwyer, and drive.
Excerpt from Drakon’s Treasure by N.J. Walters
Copyright © N.J. Walters, 2019
Arrik was spellbound by the beauty seated next to him. Her face was heart-shaped and her skin was pale, almost translucent. Her eyes were huge, slightly slanted at the corners, and the same colour as the violets that grew wild in the mountain meadows near his home. Her nose tilted upward slightly, but had a small bump in the center. He wondered how she’d broken it.
Reachin
