Leslie wondered to herself. It had been two months since she met the demon who made her wolf beg for more and prance around like a show-pup yet she hadn’t made a move. Neither had he. Could her wolf be wrong? Maybe Fawkes wasn’t her true half and mate. That thought seemed to depress her. Fawkes had moved into the guest house and immediately entwined himself within the Pack. Liam and Alec loved him—training with the demon daily with not only normal fighting but with swords as well. Hunter would join them and the four of them, along with a few others who came to watch or play, would train for hours. Fawkes would then walk around the den, learning what he could about how a Pack worked. He learned how the maternal females were stronger than most dominant males. They had to be considering they were the ones that raised the pups into who they would grow up to be.
