Thomas Durling escaped his small-town upbringing for over ten years, until a single phone call drew him back. Told his mother has been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s, he returns to the small northern Michigan town he once called home to find a mute stranger taking care of her in his stead.<br><br>On the surface, Andre seems harmless enough, but Thomas has enough problems trying to deal with his mother’s illness. He doesn’t need a gorgeous young man to distract him, especially in a town that drove him away once already with its homophobia.<br><br>But Andre has nowhere else to go. A wolf without a pack, he’s been on the run since witnessing his father’s murder, always looking over his shoulder, never looking ahead. Taking care of Thomas’s mother has given him a welcome sanctuary, as well as a place he can call home for a couple months. He wants to stay, but more importantly, he wants to help, even if Thomas isn’t ready to accept that they could actually be friends ...

Moon-Touched

The man flinched. No fur remained. Long legs curled against his chest, with his arms wrapped around them protectively. Every inch of his skin gleamed with sweat, and when he lifted his head to turn glazed eyes to Thomas, it confirmed Thomas’s suspicions about its presence on his face


But he didn’t have time to pat himself on the back for guessing correctly. Not when he was staring into Andre’s eyes.


The silvery-bloodlessness of the dog’s eyes, the lack of color that he’d attributed to the glow from the porch light and the darkness around them, were Andre’s, only paler. The fur had been a near match for his now-tangled hair, and the sinewy, almost skinny, musculature of its physique the canine equivalent of the man who’d been living in his mother’s house for the past two months. The man he’d been worried sick about. The man he’d missed the second he’d walked out the door.


Chapter 26