Hardly able to believe her eyes, Ginger hesitantly reached out to touch them. Yep. Definitely not hallucinating. Those were furry ears on top of her boyfriend's head.
They twitched from being touched and she quickly retracted her hand, at a loss. Okay then. Dane was a werewolf. What was she supposed to do about that? She didn't think he was a danger to her or anyone else.
He ate normal food—A LOT of normal food—so she didn't think he hunted humans. He was always horrified when he accidentally hurt her when they were kissing too. He didn't seem capable of hurting a fly even with how strong and fast he was.
That made a lot more sense now knowing he wasn't human. So did Max being "the head of the family." They weren't a family at all! They were a pack. He had to be the alpha.
A pack of werewolves in the middle of Henderson, Nevada. And Ginger was the only one who knew about it.
