Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

Harlyn watched the process of dawning comprehension on her friend's face with amusement and slight anxiety.  What if he said no?  What if he said he wasn't going to stay - that he missed the freedom of a lone wolf and desired to return to it?  What of that male from the Plateau?  What if he wanted to leave her to join him?  The druid felt strangled by the thought (an unusual sensation), but before she could begin insisting that he take the job for one of the slew of reasons that were bubbling up in her throat, Luke accepted with an excited trill.

The alpha released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding with a broad smile and a laugh.  "Oh, wonderful!  I'm so happy!" she crooned, forgetting her prior moment of desire and stepping forward to embrace him.  He planted a kiss upon her nose, stopping her in her tracks.  And before she knew it, she was pushing forward and planting a kiss upon his muzzle - the corner of his mouth to be exact.

The touch caused her muscles to tense as desire burst rapidly through her veins.  Like flames upon kindling, she felt her nerves light up as time seemed to slow.  She froze beside him, slowly turning her gaze to meet his with obvious shock and apprehension upon her face.  "I'm... I'm sorry... I don't..." she stuttered as her heart pounded in the pit of her stomach, of all places.  She was mortified of what she had just done, but more than that she was astounded at herself.  Why had she done that?  What was happening to her that she wanted him.. like this?