I used to think that the expression “flutter with happiness” was one of the most idiotic, but now I could not describe my condition otherwise. I wanted to jump, sing, dance and not for a second lose the feeling of the warmth of Mark's hand.

It is happened? The English prince, the most amazing guy I could imagine - proposed marriage to me? Consciousness was desperately looking for a catch, and the heart pounded and sang with happiness, chasing all the arguments of the mind. It doesn't matter that we've known each other for a couple of days, different in status, and he is ... a werewolf. Not even human....