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woman he left behind. She is more perceptive than I thought. It may take time, but she will definitely be worth the effort of winning over .
     
    As he rode, he remembered the fight from the night before, his body responding again to his thoughts of her. She was like a dancer in her comfort level with fighting, and he wanted those warrior legs wrapped tightly around him. He sported another raging hard on thinking about it and no immediate way for relief. He readjusted himself, trying to ease the pain.
     
    Sylas arrived home, shifted to his leopard form, and cat napped the rest of the morning. When he got up, he showered and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Sylas pulled out his cell and put in a call to Jack to discuss the previous night. They both agreed that she needed protection from the pack.
     
    According to Jack, the entire pack was made up of former rogues and they were considered extremely dangerous. He said the Alpha was the worst of them and would not take the beat down well. They both agreed to talk up a game plan later and Sylas told him that for now he would watch her until they could come up with something better. Since Chance was human they couldn’t tell her why she was in danger, and that was the difficulty. Keeping their world secret from humans was priority number one.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 8
     
    Chance temporarily forgot about the strange dog with those somehow familiar eyes while she talked to Rick, the contractor. She had very solid ideas as to what she wanted built on the property. The requirements were anything over fifty acres, have running stream or pond, and away from any close city. The agent hit the mark with over sixty acres, a stream, and it backed up to a wilderness area. It was pristine land with no previous buildings. Chance wanted a log home, and not prefabricated. The lot was thickly wooded but it did have a clearing on it, situated on the top of a small rise, right in the middle of the property.
     
    Up to this point in her life, nothing excited her more than this. Explaining to Rick in detail what she envisioned, Chance was non-stop with her ideas. Three or four bedroom ranch with a full basement. She would accept a second above ground story, if it could have a loft and lots of windows. She wanted a sub level bomb shelter under the basement. It would be a survivalist’s dream.
     
    Each level had to be fire and flood safe. The subbasement would contain a pantry/wine room. The deeper in the earth you go, the more the temperatures level out. It would stay cool year round. She included an emergency generator with ventilation and well water pump system with ventilation. Chance wanted the house to be powered by solar panels and a wind turbine, but if all hell broke out, she could use the generator as a last resort. 
     
    Since there wasn’t water, septic or power on or near the property, she would need two septic systems dug and placed. She would be going out at some point this week to place orders for any other furniture she might need and appliances for the kitchen. Rick told her she would need to pick the flooring, cabinets, plumbing, and lighting fixtures as well. Her preferences must have pleased him, because he grinned whenever she spoke up about her choices. Roomy and airy, it would be very Feng Shui, and would include the house facing north/south to take full advantage of the tracking sun on the solar panels.
     
    Rounding up the last of the details, they finished up after one in the afternoon and scheduled another meeting in two days. She impressed upon him her time schedule, so he was going to take a design he already had and make it work for her needs. She knew she was pushing the table with wanting this done in weeks and not months. He told her it could not be done in a month, but thought they could complete it in less than two months time. Rick thought most of the time spent would be for the sub levels. He wanted to do that part right and she