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

At some point in the night, he and Thomas had switched places. Now, Thomas faced the edge of the bed while Andre curled around him. His bare skin felt overly sensitive where it rubbed against the clothes Thomas still wore, and his fully erect cock scraped over the seams in the back of Thomas’s jeans. Thomas still slept. His breathing was deep and even, his pulse a soothing throb. Andre buried his nose in the back of his neck and allowed himself the luxury of simply breathing Thomas in.


He knew. And he didn’t judge. Thomas had offered it without compunction or hesitation. He’d stayed when Andre had asked. He’d even revealed secrets of his own, selfish truths a man like him would find difficult to admit. The trust that implied was like nothing Andre had known. More than ever, his wolf’s claim over this man felt right.


Chapter 29