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Carolina? Where was a phone, so she could call the police?
    A faint howl echoed from the bayou, far away, and another from the back yard. Had Landon transformed?
    It didn’t matter. He was in danger. She wasn’t going to hold back anymore—she’d given herself to him because she loved him , not some perfect version of him.
    She crept onto the porch. Easing open the front door, she grabbed the rifle that she’d seen there when Carolina let her in.
    On silent feet, she tiptoed back into the yard.
    She was putting her heart and everything else on the line, but it didn’t matter anymore. She’d live fearlessly now, if she lived through this.
    The man was still muttering. He was an old-timer, she could tell, and his hearing must not have been so good, because he didn’t seem to notice her approach.
    Suddenly, though, he spun around from his crouch in the brush, and Kyla screamed.
    “Gotcha!” he said, coming after her.
    “No!” She held up the rifle. Her father had shown her how to shoot—part of his “boy” lessons when she was a kid.
    The man stopped and stared at her.
    “You’re not a werewolf,” he said.
    “No. And neither are those who live here. You’re hunting monsters—monsters who don’t exist here. Maybe they did back in the day, but they’re gone now. My boyfriend lives here with his family, and he’s the nicest gentleman you’ll ever meet. Nicer than you. He’d never sneak into someone’s yard to murder them.”
    The man’s grizzled face softened to one of understanding, and he nodded. “Maybe I’ve been a bit rash,” he said. “But the stories…”
    Kyla knew she’d won. This man just needed a firm hand and a bit of her gift for logic. “Even if they’re true,” she said, “have you noticed any real trouble lately, other than a return of these stories? Has anything actually happened?”
    “Well, no.”
    “Exactly. Go on your way, sir. If a werewolf starts causing trouble, then we’ll talk. Stop letting fear and prejudice rule you. We’ve had enough of that in our lives, haven’t we?”
    “I guess you’re right.” The man shuffled off down the driveway, away from Landon’s house.
    Kyla took a deep breath. Had that just happened? Had she gone up against a scary man with a knife?
    Yes, she had. To protect what was hers. And she wasn’t a werewolf, this wasn’t her land. But Landon, he was hers. She just hadn’t known that, until now.
    Slowly, probably to avoid spooking her, Landon came around the side of the house. “You were amazing,” he whispered.
    “I can’t believe it. I just, stood up to him and talked.”
    “I think that’s what he needed. No more of the stories and the fear. Maybe now he’ll stop trying to incite the neighbors into torching my home.”
    “They were going to do that?”
    He nodded sadly. “There were rumors and some general plans in the making. Just talk at the bars and such. But nothing had happened yet. I think he’ll talk to the others. I have some friends who listen in for that kind of news, so I’ll find out soon.”
    She exhaled. “Landon?”
    “Yes?”
    “I need you. This is the scariest thing I’ve done in a long time, and it isn’t because you’re a werewolf. It’s because I have a hard time giving myself away and feeling vulnerable. But I need you, and I want to be with you, and I think I’m falling in love.”
    He rushed over and pulled her to him, slipping the gun from her grasp. She shook against him, terrified.
    “Kyla, I love you, too,” he whispered.
    She wept into his shirt, relief and love bubbling over so that she couldn’t hold them in any longer.
    Sniffling, she leaned back a little. “So I'm dating a werewolf?"
    “So we're dating?" he said, grinning.
    “That depends. What does it look like when you turn into a wolf?"
    Landon shook his head. “It’s a painful process, both turning and coming back from it. The whole thing is exhausting and I try to stay away from doing so unless my family needs