"The first time I met him, he ate almost two pounds of cheddar cheese curds while his wolf sat with me," I said.

"Oh crap! He was probably bound up for a week!" She walked to the door at the end of the hall, knocking softly before opening it. I followed her in; the room was dimly lit, and her parents were on the huge bed, facing each other. In between them, Phillip was sleeping with his head resting under her chin. He looked peaceful, and I knew he would be safe. I nodded to her and we walked back out, closing the door quietly behind us. "Mom said he...