Silver Creek what fell from grace

The smaller female left and the rottweiler made a mental note to find her later. Maybe she'd seen his sister around.

Such a beautiful smile, but something inside him sensed she was a devil in disguise. Maybe it was the way her eyes bore into his. A smarter canid would avoid such a she-wolf. Jarus? He wanted to claim her. A woman like that at his side and he'd be fit enough to call himself a man.

"Then show me, my queen." The mountain leaned in until they were a hairs width apart, ice blue eyes gazing into the embers of her own. 

"I can be anyone you wish me to be, love. So tell me, she-wolf of fire, who am I?"