I could see that Brandon was torn.
“I’ll bring Champ,” I said. “If that will make you feel better. He can protect me.”
“Against a werewolf?” he asked.
“I don’t think either one of us is in any danger. I know you don’t remember, but I do. You could have hurt me last time—I fell and you could have overpowered me, but you didn’t. Instead it looked like you were going to help me.”
“Okay, then,” he relented. “Will you meet me tonight?” he asked. “In the woods behind my house?”
I nodded excitedly. It was official: our first real date.
“You won’t remember,” I said. “But I’ll be there.”
“I’ll remember this,” he said, and pulled me into an embrace and kissed me.
As soon as he left, Champ began barking again in the direction Brandon had gone.
When I arrived at Brandon’s hilltop hideout in the woods behind his grandparents’ house, the scene was magical. Tiny snowflakes danced down from the sky.
Brandon was waiting for me next to a bonfire. He was as majestic and handsome as I’d ever seen him. The fire crackled and lit his features. His dark hair was tousled and sexy. I walked up to him, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body as strongly as from the campfire. I was addicted to Brandon Maddox. He wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met. During the day, I found him to be a sensitive, caring guy—unlike all the guys I’d ever hung out with—and when the sun set and the full moon glowed, he was wild and irresistible. He had fangs that could pierce a girl’s soul.
Champ was silent at my side. It was as if he was as mesmerized by Brandon as I was.
All at once the woods filled with the sounds of howling. Champ began to bark, too.
It was then I noticed the eyes of several wolves peeking from the dark edges of the clearing. Champ was still. Normally he would have lurched forward and I’d have been thrown into the snow. Instead, all the animals were tranquil.
I was frozen with fear. Too recently, wolves had surrounded me and I feared for my life.
“Don’t be afraid,” Brandon assured me. “It’s okay.”
I stood behind him, and Champ did, too.
The wolves, one by one, lay down in the pure white snow. The sight of the gorgeous gray wolves, which looked soft and sweet instead of fierce and dangerous, was unbelievably breathtaking. It was as magical as any footage I’d seen on animal and nature programs—only this was real.
Brandon happily petted the wolves, which were as playful as any domestic dog.
“Don’t try this at home,” he teased. “But do you want to try it with me?”
“I’m not sure.” The wolves were amazingly beautiful. A smaller one came forward. Brandon nodded to me, and under his careful watch I suddenly felt safe. I reached out and gently touched the wolf pup. Its fur was soft and luxurious; I caressed the adorable wolf just as I had petted Champ for so many years.
It nuzzled up to me and licked my cheeks, causing me to burst out giggling.
“Okay now—” Brandon said to the pup. “Now you are getting on my territory.”
He whistled, and the wolf retreated from me and returned to the pack. They all hunkered around Brandon.
Brandon seemed more at peace than I’d seen him since his arrival in Legend’s Run. These wolves comforted him—like Champ comforted me.
Brandon took me in his arms. Normally, in a situation such as this one, I’d be terrified. I was in the woods, surrounded by wolves, and in the company of a werewolf. But with Brandon, I felt at ease. I must have been under his spell.
“I must say, I’ve never had a date like this one,” I said.
“Me neither,” he said.
“But if you don’t remember,” I said, “you could be bringing cheerleaders back here every night.”
“I promise you that isn’t happening.”
I gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“I’m starved,” he said.
He pointed to the fire, where several steaks were cooking. I peered over them.
“Where did you get these?” I asked.
“I don’t remember . . .” he said.
My stomach turned. It couldn’t be. A once-cute deer with Bambi’s face now lying on this fire? I turned away.
“I’m only kidding,” he said. “They’re from my grandmother’s freezer.”
I sighed with relief. Brandon was such an animal lover he’d be even more devastated than me if he discovered he’d been hunting wildlife.
We sat down together on a huge fallen tree.
He tugged at the steaks with a stick as they sizzled.
I looked around for a backpack or a picnic basket. “Any plates? Forks?”