Despite the time that had passed and the condition Dixon had been in, Clara couldn't help but think that the wolf hadn't lost all his shape. Yes, he had lost weight, but that only further framed the set of muscles that adorned his entire figure and had been sculpted over the years. And the water running down his fur made them look really nice.

She couldn't deny that she was reacting to him. She was his mate after all, and she had been without sexual activity of any kind in a long, long time. Since she had seen him again her skin itched to be touched, no, it itched to be roamed and caressed. And she wasn't the same as before, now she could decide what she wanted for herself.

-Dixon's voice brought her back to reality.

The wolf stood only meters away from her, his back to her, the water dancing around his narrow hips as it ran back his sodden hair that flowed down his back brushing his buttocks. The sunlight filtering through the leaves of the trees surrounding the mirror of water made