Sarita snuggled closer to his chest, growling under her breath. With a tender smile, Angelo pressed a kiss to her forehead and reached across her for the phone. He frowned when he noted the phone number. Part of his consulting business had grown to include serving as a wolf-human liaison once the wolves had revealed themselves to their human brethren. The displayed number was his human counterpart, Special Agent Geoff Neubacher, FBI Lupine Relations Specialist. The man was half lawman, half politician, and all asshole. He was also Angelo’s best non-wolf friend. “The fuck, dude.” He scowled at the phone. “Zalez. Am I interrupting your sun salutations or something?” The other man answered calmly. “I got married last night.” Angelo smiled as he remembered the feeling of his teeth sinking into Sarita’s shoulder. A wave of purpose and brightness had washed through him, and it still pulsed in him, and would for the rest of his life, Goddess willing.
