"Not right this moment," Jon said, laughing a little. The laugh died in his throat as he watched her shift from woman to wolf, dark hair and coppery skin changing into the soft gray fur of her wolf form.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, scratching his fingers just behind her ears the way Ghost often liked to be petted. "And I feel I am at a disadvantage with two born hunters by my side. I will sound impossibly loud in this forest with my clumsy human feet."