Something in me grows uneasy as I near the cabin nestled in the woods on this winding dirt road. It is as if some primitive instinct tucked somewhere into my subconscious has suddenly roared to life though there is nothing about this cabin, by the look or the smell of it, that should alarm me.

                Something inside my mind knows that there are predators that live here. And that dark recess inside my mind is telling me to run from the danger. Run from the death that I will undoubtedly find if I continue……

                I jump down off my restless brown mare. She too is troubled by this place and the feeling of danger it possesses.

                Then suddenly my senses all go on high alert as a terrible snarling fills the air and a black ball of fur is suddenly leaping from the bushes and barreling straight at me.

                “Maggie! Maggie, don’t you dare!” I hear Brie calling out, though she’s still hidden from view. The tiny black pup jumps in the air and collides with my chest, taking me down to the ground and then covering my face in warm wolf kisses.

                Laughing, I scratch behind her ears and Brie enters the clearing then. “I’m sorry, Conleyswifey. She does this every single time you come.”

                “It’s no problem.” I assure the tiny red head as I get to my feed and wipe the dirt from my backside. “I’m just here to interview Grange and Dawn for the readers.”

                Brie looks quite amused as she snaps her fingers at Maggie and the puppy suddenly shifts and becomes a girl. Brie wraps a small blanket around her tiny shoulders. “Get on to the house now, Maggie. Your papa isn’t going to be happy that you ruined that pretty red dress.”

                “Sorry, mama….” Maggie sighs. “But I really scared you that time, didn’t I?” she adds to me and I nodded, though it’s a lie.

                “Yes you certainly did. I nearly shook right out of my boots.” I tell her, lifting one foot and wiggling it around. She giggles loudly and then runs back into the woods toward Brie and Nickolai’s tiny cabin.

                “Grange and Dawn are in the cabin. The boys took Creed to the lake for swimming lessons. Grange wanted to go but Dawn reminded him about the interview…. He’s not looking forward to it. As a matter of fact, if you walk in and see the alpha tied up and gagged on the sofa, you’ll know that Dawn had to resort to drastic measures.”

                I laugh loudly. “He isn’t scared is he?”

                The cabin door opens and Dawn steps out, smiling with amusement. “He is afraid you’re going to ask about his feelings. He says he has none.”

                “Well let’s put him out of his misery then and get this interview started shall we?” I offer and I hear a deep voice, gravelly and probably quite scary if heard by someone who didn’t know the true nature of the man whom it belonged to call out:

                “Or we could just forget the whole thing!”

                Dawn and I share a look and she laughs. “That’s not going to happen, darling. You might as well just sit there on that sofa, look pretty and answer the woman’s questions.”

                “Pretty?” that deep voice asks with amusement and Dawn grins.

                “Yes, Grange. Nice and pretty.”

Conleyswifey: “Grange, first I want to thank you for allowing me to come into your home.”

Grange: *Points at Dawn* “Thank her.”

Dawn:  “You don’t have to thank us, Conleyswifey. We’re happy to have you here, aren’t we Grange?”

Grange: *Slides his arm around Dawn’s shoulders* “Yep.”

Conleyswifey: “Dawn, since Grange seems so patient today, we’ll go over your questions first. I know you are both busy between the pack and the bakery so I’ll try to make this quick. By the way, how is the bakery doing?”

Dawn: *Smiles proudly* “Great! It’s a bit harder to keep up the inventory with the pack growing the way it is but I’ve been running it for four years now and I’m happy with the way it’s going.”

Grange:  “There’s one question down. Let’s hope there aren’t too many more.”

Conleyswifey:  “Actually that one didn’t count.” *grins evilly* “That was simply a warm up question.”

Grange: *grumbles under his breath*

Conleyswifey: “Okay, Dawn, our first question comes from @vovnix and they ask: Dawn, how many more children would you want to have? And @vovnix as well as @AngelsHeart27 would like to know what you would name a baby girl if you have one.”

Grange: *sits up straighter and beams with pride* “Actually…..”

Dawn: *Blushes and puts her finger to her lips* “Grange, be quiet.”

Conleyswifey: *frowns* “What’s going on?”

Dawn: “Since Grange opened his big mouth—*glares at Grange while he grins sheepishly* “—I guess I can go ahead and tell you. Grange and I are already expecting our second child.”

Conleyswifey: *smiles happily* “That is wonderful!”

Dawn: “We’re happy. His reaction was much better this time.”

Grange: *shakes his head and lets out a sigh* “There aren’t a million different threats looming over our heads this time, love.”

Conleyswifey: “So how many children would you like to have?”

Grange: “There are laws about how many children we can have. Only three within fifteen years and then we have to wait another fifty years before we can have more. We have to let the mortal generations age and move on before we go about ‘starting’ a family again.”

Dawn: “We have to do what we can to be discreet about what we are, even though most in this town has figured things out for themselves.”

Grange: “If we are not careful then the other packs could decide we’re a threat and decide we need to be eliminated. I would not let that happen, obviously, but I never have been the type to invite a fight unless it’s necessary.

Conleyswifey: And the other question, Dawn? What will you name your first daughter?”

Dawn: *shrugs and looks thoughtfully at Grange who shrugs as well* “I haven’t really thought about names… we’re just focusing on getting the newest pup into the pack healthy.”

Grange: *grins* “Éclair. Torte. Truffle.”

Dawn: *laughs* “We are not naming our daughter after dessert.”

Grange: *shrugs* “I like dessert.”

Conleyswifey: Dawn, @SimplyAWriter_D wants to know if you’ll be naming your daughter since Grange named Creed and I think it’s safe to say, based on Grange’s name choices, that the answer to that question is yes?

Dawn: *nods* “I think that’s fairly safe to say.”

Conleyswifey: *laughs lightly* “Okay, moving on…. Dawn, @SimplyAWriter_D wants to know: Did werewolves turn out to have fleas and, if so, how are you dealing with them?”

Grange: *grumbles and looks over at Dawn* “Damn you, woman. You’ve got the whole world thinking we’re ate up with fleas”

Dawn: *laughs* “Well we are part canine and most canines have fleas.”

Grange: *scratches at his thick black hair* “Well werewolves don’t.”

Conleyswifey: *gives pointed look* “Yes I can see that.”

Dawn: *Pats Grange’s leg comfortingly* “No we don’t have fleas unless you count Ella but she doesn’t give us itchy red bumps.”

Conleyswifey: “Next question comes from @KimDixon45 and she wants to know if you are still happy being a werewolf knowing that you’ve killed for your family’s protection?”

Grange: *growls angrily* “This again? Dawn doesn’t need to dwell on that anymore!”

Dawn: “It’s okay, Grange……”

Grange: “No, it’s not. I almost lost you once because of the killing and I’m not eager to talk about it now.”

Dawn: *kisses his jaw and he visibly relaxes* “These are those feelings that we were talking about Grange being uncomfortable with,” *she sighs* “I have never had a problem with killing to protect my family. Yes I was shocked very badly by the wolf’s urge to kill even a helpless man but I have come to terms with that and accepted that side of me.  I am still very happy being a wolf and having my wolf beside me.”

Conleyswifey: “Alright, Dawn, I have one last question that is directed at you. @isadora asks  where is Grange ticklish?”

Grange: *snorts* “Grange Michaels is not ticklish.”

Dawn: *rolls her eyes, reaches out and tweaks at his nipple, causing the tough werewolf to nearly come off the couch as he laughs loudly and moves out of her reach* “Yes he is.”

Grange: “glares at her* “I am the alpha of this pack. It’s best for others to not know my weaknesses”

Dawn: “You heard it here first, American packs. If you want to take down the great Grange Michaels, all you have to do is tickle his nipple.”

Conleyswifey: *laughs loudly and wipes at the tears in her eyes* “You two are so cute together.”

Grange: *settles back down on the couch* “Are we done now?”

Conleyswifey: “Not quite. It’s your turn now, Grange.”

Grange:  “Oh yay.”

Conleyswifey: “Grange, @vovnix wants to know what gave you the idea to name your son after Dawn’s brother? And they also ask how you would compare your new life with the pack to the solitary life you led before?

Grange: “Dawn told me stories about her brother and the fondness she had for him. I wanted to give her something of her brother and the best I could think was to name our son after him. And my old life was much quieter and simpler when compared to life in a pack. I had less headaches.”

Dawn: *glares at him* “I’m glad we’ve added so much to your life.

Grange: *shakes his head* “Don’t even try. You know I love you and I…. am fond.. .. of the pack.”

Conleyswifey: ‘Are these those feelings again?”

Grange: “Be nice to me.”

Conleyswifey: “I’m always nice. Okay, next question. @FaviZapata wants to know how you’ll handle your children dating.”

Grange: “I haven’t thought much about that.”

Conleyswifey: “So if ‘Little Dumpling’ dates you won’t have a problem with that?”

Grange: *chuckling* “Probably not. I’ll let you know when it happens.”

Dawn: “Our poor daughter… “

Conleyswifey: “Okay, Grange, @SimplyAWriter_D asks; what was your first thought when you found out that Farrah was Trig’s mate?”

Grange: “I felt sorry for Farrah” *laughs at his own joke* “No.. Honestly, I was worried about Trig. Cats are not known for their loyalty but Farrah has been a pleasant surprise for our pack and a good asset.”

Conleyswifey: @SimplyAWriter_D also wants to know: You always grumble about how you never wanted a pack but can you imagine your pack without any of its present members?”

Grange: “No.”

Conleyswifey: *raises a brow* “That’s it. No smart remarks? No jokes?”

Grange: “Nope.”

Conleyswifey: “You’re ready for this to be over aren’t you?”

Grange: “Yep.”

Conleyswifey: “We’re getting close to being done, Grange. I promise. @Joeniel14 asks what you would have done if Dawn had been a vampire?

Grange: *shivers* “Plugged my nose.”

Dawn: “How romantic.”

Grange: *simply shrugs*

Conleyswifey: @Joeniel14 also asks what would you do if Dawn didn’t know how to cook?

Grange: *looks quite horrified* “I’d be hungry.”

Dawn: *speaks dryly* “While he plugs his nose.”

Conleyswifey: “But he still says he’d be with you at least!”

Grange: *Kisses Dawn’s temple* “Of course I would. That was never up for debate.”

Conleyswifey: “Okay just a couple more questions and these are for both of you. @Joeniel14 asks what you both would have done if Dawn had had two ‘pups’ instead of one?

Dawn: “Slept less.”

Grange: “Kept the prettiest and gave the other one to Brie and Nickolai. They love babies.”

Dawn: *smacks his chest* “You would not have!”

Grange: *laughing* “This interview is simply painful. All you’ve done is smack and pinch me!”

Dawn: *looks quite sheepish* “Well you’ve asked for it.”

Conleyswifey: @SimplyAWriter_D wants to know what your most frequent argument is about and I thought that was a fitting question considering the way this interview is going.”

Grange: “Dawn’s stubbornness”

Dawn: “That’s not true. We don’t argue much. We usually try to talk instead of argue. Usually it’s me trying to get him to be more open with people and less grumpy.”

Grange: “I’m getting better.”

Conleyswifey: @AngelsHeart27 wants to know how you keep the romance alive?  And are there any special things you do for each other?

Dawn: *laughs* “Grange and romance don’t exactly go hand-in-hand. But to me it’s the little things. There are times when I’m washing the dishes or hanging out clothes, that he will walk behind me, slip his arms around my waist and simply hold me before going back to whatever he was doing before. He always looks at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and he helps me whether I ask for it or not.”

Grange: *puffs his chest out* “I’m a better mate than even I realized.”

Conleyswifey: “And Grange? What does Dawn do that is special?”

Grange: “She always has my favorite cookies with fresh icing waiting on me whenever I step in the bakery. She isn’t afraid to challenge me and yet she stands beside me and has my back. What more can a man ask for than a beautiful woman who loves him with all she has, is a loving mother and can bake a mean batch of cookies?”

Conleyswifey: “Not a damn thing.”

Grange: *wraps his arm a little tighter around Dawn* “Exactly.”

Conleyswifey: “Grange, you’ll be happy to know that this is the last question.”

Grange: “Best thing I’ve heard all day.”

Conleyswifey:  @tanichcaf wants to know what kind of pie is each of your favorite.”

Grange: “Any kind Dawn bakes. That’s one of the best things about being mated to a baker.”

Dawn: “Peanut Butter pie is my favorite.”

Conleyswifey: “And that is the end of the interview. Thank you both so much for your time. Grange, I know this was the last thing you wanted to do today but I do thank you for suffering through it.”

Grange: “My pleasure.”