As soon as Ric landed, the wolves took off for their individual places. They would shift, dress and gather in the war room for a quick debriefing. Dante followed Regan to their suite and closed the door behind them, a thrill of anticipation racing through him at what he was about to see.
If a wolf could be called delicate, that was the word he'd use to describe Regan, standing there in her rich cream-colored pelt, excitement almost crackling from her. She padded over to Dante and nudged his hand with her snout. After he stroked her head, she pushed her nose against his crotch.
He laughed and lifted her head away. "You are a very bad wolf. You can have that, but not until you change back. And after the damn meeting."
The wolf gave a playful nip at his thigh before moving away. Then she turned and spun in a circle, moving so fast he actually lost sight of her.