This Is A Book About Werevolves

"I dare you," he whispered, a slight undertone of anger lacing his otherwise calm demeanor. The ghost of his words decided to make an appearance at the frigid December night.

Upon hearing his words, Dawn's lips lazily pulled back into an amused grin uncontrollably stretching over her teeth, revealing the pearly whites that resided underneath. Her muscles only stretched further when she noticed his surprised expression.
"Was that, perhaps, an attempt to intimidate me, love?"

The words only angered him more, his fists clenched in hot, blinding frustration and he felt the monster making its way up from his chest. It casually crawled across the back of his throat and came to rest on his face, his embarrassment burned its mark in.

And the mark stayed in the form of a simple

blush

and it pleased her as much as it humiliated him.

~

The mating fields are open for three days every year, and each year, a different country hosts them, unmated werewolves from all over the world gather to pick a partner from the pool of potential mates.

Alexandre Romanic is going for the first time, not that he couldn't go before; he's just lazy as fuck.

Dawn Francis has already been to the mating fields twice, yet neither time has anyone been able to capture her attention.
Now two years later, she tries her luck again, after all you do get 'third time lucky'.