Hero of a Highland Wolf

The weather had turned colder, perfect for their fur coats, a wet mist draping over them as they reached the place they had shared their first kiss. On top of the hill as the sky turned yellow, orange, and pink and the sun began to set, Grant nuzzled Colleen’s face in a wolf’s way of courtship and she licked his face. And for a brief moment, they shifted, embraced each other tight, and kissed again.

Only this time they were husband and wife and mated wolves.

“God, I love you, Grant.”

“Hmm, lass. You are my one and only love. Are you ready to return to the keep and our chamber?” he asked, rubbing her chilled arms.

She smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

And then they shifted and raced off across the glen, in love with each other, with their home and their pack. Not in a million years would Colleen have ever thought she’d inherit a castle and a mate and his family all in one fell swoop.

Grant had run as a wolf through this glen so many times that he couldn’t count the number, but seeing Colleen ahead of him, her tail wagging in delight, and knowing just what they were in for when they returned home, he couldn’t have been happier.

He still wondered: if he’d been chivalrous and welcoming when Colleen had first arrived, would they be where they were today? All he knew was he was damn glad that the she-wolf had captured his heart and made him see the error of his ways.