Angela stared into his intense green eyes, fighting the urge to lower her gaze as she tried to digest what he just said. Raul grabbed her and pulled her to him. She didn’t need to look down now. Every inch of his gorgeous body pressed against her—hard, throbbing, so alive and perfect he rendered her speechless. “I believe we should always honor who we are, the gifts we’ve been given, and use them to make us stronger, not tarnish our reputations.” He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground. “Introducing ourselves to humans, like the werewolves did, would cause fear and inevitably some would die—on both sides.” “I don’t want to run from the mountains like we ran from the rain forests,” she said, her voice husky. This was a serious conversation, and one damn hard to focus on when he held her so close against his naked body. “We won’t live where there’s no honor. Wherever we go, you’re going to be with me.” “I’m not going anywhere,” she said stubbornly, even as he lowered her onto a flat, cool rock then backed away from her.
