Dawn watched her mate dash in the opposite direction with wide eyes. He had shifted so fast that she hadn't had the time to even think. The big bad white wolf stopped, looked at the dusky sky, howled as if in pain for not being able to see the moon and darted. He disappeared behind thick foliage of aspens and white oaks. Dawn stared behind him. She held her stomach and rocked in her place feeling extremely worried about him. She had an urge to shift and run after him, but then she remembered his words, "Go to the cottage." She darted her gaze and swallowed impatiently. Where was the cottage? Her gaze went up to the peak of the hill where very soft lights glimmered against the purple sky. She saw a tiny cottage standing there, overlooking the green jungle beneath. She took a deep breath, lifted her purple gown and started to walk up the slope. While walking she heard wolves howling every now and then. Hair on the back of her nape rose and she thought she would shift and attack even if she saw as much as a porcupine. By the time she reached the cottage, the night had fallen and the moon was out, dazzling the stars with its beauty.

The cottage was made from warm logs of wood and smelled of mist and damp logs and green leaves. No one seemed to be inside. The periphery of the shingled roof was lined with dim yellow lights, which were located far from each other. There was a small portico where beautiful vines were creeping over the pergola. Dawn opened the door and entered. When she switched on the lights, she realized that her gown was laden with a lot of mud and the cottage was beautifully spic and span and was pretty fashionably done on the inside. If she placed her dirty feet on the large white, cushy soft rug on the ground, it was bound to become dirty and then who would clean it. So she avoided it as best as possible and then went towards the room on the right avoiding a small room to the left near the kitchen.

It was apparently Daryn's room. She closed the door behind her, peeled off her gown and went to take a bath. After all that walking she was extremely tired. The bath was lovely with every modern facility she could think of. The sound of the waterfall behind the cottage made her wonder how the place would look during the day. Dawn wrapped a towel and walked out of the bathroom. Tired as hell, she didn't bother to look into the closet for clothes and simply crashed on the bed. She didn't know when, but sleep took over.

"Stop!" The man said. He was running, no gliding in the air behind a dark creature who had a small baby in its arms. "Leave the baby!" the man shouted. But before he could reach the dark monster who had gleaming orange eyes and hair flowing like that of Medusa's, it disappeared. The man let out a blood-curdling scream and picked up a boulder to chuck it at the disappearing figure. The boulder landed on the ground with a loud thud.

Dawn woke up with a start. A nightmare. It was past midnight.

Suddenly there was another loud thud on the door and the whole cottage waved slightly. She clung her towel closely and got out of the bed. Something or someone was trying to enter the cottage. Was it a beast? She became scared. What else could she expect in this jungle? Once again a heavy thump on the door shook the cottage. It was as if the beast wanted to destroy the front door. Afraid as hell, Dawn ran to the kitchen and picked the sharpest knife. She held the knife in front of her and braced for the imminent break-in.

Another loud thump and the door opened. It hung loosely on its hinge and creaked until it became still. She heard heavy breathing approaching her. She backed a little. A shiver ran down her spine. The animal sniffed and padded towards her. In the dark, she could see it walking stealthily. The silhouette was that of a massive wolf whose pelt was cascaded in the darkness. She had to take it down before it would take her down. The wolf lunged at her and a scream escaped her mouth as she brought her knife forward. But the wolf had shape shifted and stood in front of her as the man who was her mate, except he was still in a trance and naked.

Daryn held her wrist mid-air to stop the attack and ripped the towel open after throwing the knife.

"Daryn!" she rasped.

He scooped her over her shoulder and she squealed. "Daryn, what are you doing?" His breathing was heavy. He gave a slap to her ass.

He walked to the bedroom with her and closed the door. Once he reached the bed, he slid her down his body. He gazed down at her, and in the glow of the soft moonlight that was coming through the window, she could see how anxious he was. His eyes were hooded. They had darkness in them. She reached for his face and ran her fingers down his jaw. She gulped as his breathing hitched. The wolf in him unleashed and he pressed her beneath him.

Why did he feel so desperate to mate with her? She could sense his urgency to one with her, but where did the desperation stemmed from. She assured him, " I am here, Daryn." But he wasn't listening. He grabbed her face and planted a rough kiss. He forced open her mouth and their tongues twined in the love dance. His length was swollen and he smelled of pine and mud and mist. He appeared ravenous as his face glowed.

"Are you well, Daryn?" Dawn asked again.

He didn't answer, instead took a fistful of her hair and pinned her head back to expose her neck. He sniffed the pulse on her neck and fierceness overcame him. With his legs, he spread her and cupped her between thighs with one hand. Dawn melted and her body arched. He went down to her breasts and sucked them hard one by one. Suddenly he flipped her and slapped her butt cheeks.

"Ah!" she groaned, wanting him inside her.

Suddenly, a long finger went inside her and pressed her walls making her muscles clench around it. Daryn was unrelenting. He picked her up from behind, and she tightened her ass thinking of all the possibilities. She heard him growl and looked over her shoulder to see if he was in control. But he wasn't. His fangs were growing, and he was licking them with his venom.

He held his cock and positioned it against her sweet spot. He entered her with so much force that she let out a keening cry. She arched her body and he slammed her. He bent over her body and brought his fangs near her neck. Her hair had fallen all around her neck. He removed them and exposed her mark to lick it. She crooned. "Daryn," she cried hoarsely. "Take me baby," she said, dying for this moment from a long time.

A snarl ripped his throat and Daryn plunged deep inside her, as his fangs once again pierced through her flesh. Dawn screamed in pain. She wasn't anticipating this again.