Hideaway Strath Quiet when I'm coming home

His acceptance of her request brought her some relief—quieted her anxious mind just a little. She wasn’t sure who the snarky coastal wolf might be, but he was right, Mal might very well show up here with friends. That situation seemed straight from her nightmares; to have to stand with Ky against Mal—she couldn’t bear the thought. That would be impossible. She would rather die than have to face that. She was going to try and stand for her decisions going forward, but she just didn’t think she had it in her to do anything against Mal. And if she were to have to choose between Kynareth and Mal, well she wouldn’t. It was that simple. 

He hinted at a possible war with someone else, and it drew her interest. He never talked to her about these things before, and she wanted to be someone he could confide in, just as he had done for her. 

His praise and loving words had warm contentment washing over her. I love you too, she answered softly, meeting his gaze and smiling a little. He was even more handsome when he looked at her that way and told her things like that. It made her heart skip as usual. It meant a lot that he believed she was capable of doing what needed to be done—even if she wasn’t so sure.

Her expression shifted, curiosity dancing in the fire of her eyes. Who are you considering war with? she asked him. There were a few packs she could think of, but she knew she didn’t know the whole story.