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changing thing?” I spoke quietly, unwilling to break this very intimate connection that had flared between us.
    “I just think it, and it happens.” Levi’s voice dropped too, more husky by the second.
    “It’s incredible.” I’d reached the curve of his waist, dangerously close to deliciously taut ass cheeks, and I began to caress upwards. I didn’t want to stop touching him. “So there’s more of you? Wolves?”
    “We’re all over the world. There’ve been shifters for so long, nobody knows when or where they first emerged.”
    “And yet you manage to keep hidden.” I remembered something. “At the pound, the guy was calling in the TV reporters. Did they know?”
    Levi scowled briefly. “No, that was something else. They thought they’d trapped a wolf, and I didn’t get the opportunity to shift back to human form. There’s been a lot of press coverage recently about people sighting wolves in the hills. It’s crazy. If someone learns about us, we’ll be destroyed.”
    I absorbed his words. “I saw something on the news when I was there. I just didn’t pay it any attention at the time. I wasn’t sure if wolves ran wild in New Zealand.”
    “It’s a growing problem for us, and it’s never been before.” He stretched under my hands, relaxing at my touch. “Someone is trying to expose us. And that cannot happen.”
    I reached his broad shoulders and the ends of his dark, rumpled hair. Stroking him was soothing my jangled nerves too. It was as though we’d woven a little bubble of calm around us, and I was loathe to break the spell. “You showed me. Don’t you worry that I might expose you?”
    The blue eyes were limpid pools. “Will you?”
    “Of course not.”
    “You’re amazing, Jessie Morgan. Not only do you have shifter blood, but you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you.”
    My cheeks heated, and I looked away, my hands stilling on his back. He’d used that line on me in one of our dreams, and I was under no illusions. That reminded me. “Tell me about the dreaming thing. How does that work?”
    “Ah, that.” His shoulder muscles rippled, causing the ink to flex and reform. “I’ll lie here all night, you know, letting you pet me.”
    I smiled. “Are you asking me to stroke you some more?”
    “Was it so obvious?” His answering smile was a thing of beauty. I pressed my knuckles into his skin, and he gave a low moan. “That feels good, baby.”
    “Nice try, wolf boy. You were going to tell me about the dreaming thing.”
    He stayed quiet and so I sat back, and dropped my hands into my lap.  He sighed, and pulled a funny face, and then in a sinuous move, he sat up and tugged his T-shirt across to cover his groin.
    I gazed at his firm, muscled chest and perfect hard abs. He looked as though he’d stepped off the cover of a sports magazine, toned and lean. “The dreams,” I prompted.
    “Yeah. I guess some people are more receptive. It doesn’t happen to everyone.”
    It wasn’t really an answer. “Mum said she shared dreams with Dad.” I thought some more. “Is this something you do with all the girls?”
    “You mean lie naked on the floor while they give me a massage? No such luck.”
    “I think you know what I mean.” I felt shy, and awkward, and completely out of my depth.
    “There isn’t much to tell.” His fingers played with the edge of his shirt, and I fought to keep my gaze above his waist. “We connected so easily, and I couldn’t stay away. I wanted to get to know the real you. See if you were as lovely as I dreamed.”
    The firelight flickered over his body, creating a golden halo around his hair, and casting interesting shadows over his face. I could stare at him for hours and not get bored. “Are you really heading up to Snowdonia? If I borrow Mum’s car, I could drive you there tomorrow.”
    “Talking of your mum, they’ll be back soon. I can’t imagine your father would be too pleased