’ ‘That ‘something that would happen’ would be Will dying, Jacob,’ she said, ‘And then it would be too late and wouldn’t really matter ...one way or another, would it?’ ‘I’m sorry, Lo,’ he said, ‘I won’t let him in again.’ ‘And now he knows what you look like,’ Logan said softly as she turned and cupped Will’s face in her hand, ‘my baby.’ ‘Nothing’s going to happen. I’m a big kid.’ Logan just nodded half-heartily. ‘Let’s go out tonight and celebrate family,’ Will whispered in her ear and she. He looked malnourished. He was a cross between a Siberian Husky and a wolf; more gray in color than anything but with beautiful markings. When I approached him (cautiously) he showed every indication of being friendly toward me. I moved in, on his level, extended my one hand and had it licked. Within a few minutes I told the people that I’d take him. He needed care – a lot of care – some good food and companionship…love.My house was on a half-acre lot, part of that was enclosed with chain-link. Her confusion must have shown on her face. He chuckled, his hand squeezing her knee gently."I need to hear it from your mouth, Supergirl. Now, tell me. What. Do. You. Want?" This time, his words were crisp and concise, each one hanging between them for seconds before followed by the next. Shyly, she turned her face to one side, looking away from him, only to find his hand beneath her chin, his thumb and fingers against her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. "Don’t you dare turn away without my. ”“I won’t...” he began.“No. No. It’s not you. Let’s just blame it on the pheromones and save my pride a little,” she said with a chuckle.“You could always sit on my lap,” he teased.“And then I could turn and face you ... Come on,” she finished as she grabbed the box containing her pistol, then his hand. “Let’s go visit with your wives.”“Okay, but first,” he said as he pulled her into his arms again. This time there was a lot more tongue involved. Finally, he broke the kiss as she slumped.