Dawn's eyes became wide with excitement and her breath became shallow. She bit her lip and said, "That is freaking awesome!" She clasped her hands. It had been five years since she had visited the Wyatt's Golf Course. All she wanted that time was to get her set and start playing. She laughed with merriment. That was the place she started her golf with her father. As she was laughing a memory flashed across—of a werewolf who had bitten her. Her body shuddered and her laughter died down immediately.
Promptly Daryn got up and embraced her in his arms. "Don't Dawn. Don't remember that ugly memory. I want you to think of our future and unless you go back there face it." He knew that he was demanding a lot from her. If she was not willing to go, he would cancel the tournament.
Dawn's breath became ragged. "Who could that be, Daryn?" she rasped. "And why me?"
He caressed her back. "That's how fate works darling," he replied.
