The warmth traveled like slithering vines from her heart to her palms, giving an equally comforting illumination to the werewolf who had stopped heaving and was now breathing normally. And slowly, as the embers of Diana's healing magic dwindle, what was lying on the ground with his silky black fur turned into a man with raven hair in his splendid naked glory. His face was against Diana.
"Alpha Dylan, you are pretty cute when you are not showing your imposing side."
When her hands stopped emitting magic, Diana stripped all the anxiety fiddling at the back of her mind as she reached out to touch his hair that covered half of his face – exposing his face to her. This was the first time she let her inhibitions ran free.
