Darren wasn't even sure most of the time what happened when he shifted. Dirty paw prints, leaves, sticks, and mud was tracked across the wooden floors of his home. Not an uncommon sight when his wolf had managed to escape the cell he had made in the basement.

He stood, clothes haphazardly thrown on, frozen, watching the child sleep on his bed. Had he kidnapped a child last night?! His wolf bristled at the thought of giving the sleep angel back. This was their pup now.