"Was Coop here? I love the depth of his scent." It was a cheerful comment as Vivienne took the seat Grace had offered. "It's so quintessentially male, you know? If my wolf wasn't half terrified of him, I'd be tempted to serve myself up to him on a platter." She sighed. "That scar of his should detract from his looks, but it only adds to his sex appeal. God, can you imagine what he'd be like in bed?"

Grace opened her mouth and the words just fell out, sounding as surreal as the first time she'd heard them. "He says he's going to court me."

Vivienne's head snapped toward her. "I knew it!" Rampant glee. "I told Todd not to flirt with you, but would my dumbass twin listen? No! Hah! I can't wait to see the look on his face when I tell him he was attempting to make time with the lieutenant's woman."

Grace blinked at the unexpected response. "You did not know. And I'm not his woman." It sounded so strange to say those words, to even consider the idea outside of her fantasies.

Vivienne waved away the qualification. "Okay, fine, I didn't know know, but I suspected. I grew up in this den, was seventeen when Coop took over, and let me tell you: the man might've kept his distance since you arrived, but he's never looked at a woman the way he looks at you. All kind of intense and protective and ravenous" - a shiver - "like he's waiting to take a bite."

The idea of Cooper's mouth on her skin made Grace squeeze her thighs together, even as another part of her yelled that she'd lost her mind. She did not have the tools to handle a man like that - strong, raw, demanding - in bed.

"You're not helping."

"I'm sorry." Voice solicitous, Vivienne patted her thigh. "It's just that he's so hot, I lost my marbles for a second."

Grace snorted a surprised laugh and it was a needed release. "You're an idiot."

Vivienne winked, asked, "You don't like him?"

"Like's not the word I'd use," Grace said, her voice husky with remembered emotion. "I...he is hot.

Extremely." The kind of hot that could ruin her for other men even as it burned her to a cinder. "But, he's a lieutenant."

"Is he using his position to pressure you?" A frown. "I can't see Coop - "

"No! No, he'd never do that." He might be rough around the edges, bad in a way her sensible side warned her put him way out of her sexual league, and definitely dangerous, but he was also honorable to the core.

"If you want me to stop anytime, anywhere, the only word you ever need to use is 'No.'"

Vivienne nudged her shoulder, one long leg bent at the knee, the foot of the other pressing against the opposite wall.

"Then what?"

"I'm a submissive." An obvious, unalterable fact. "Always have been -

and I'm happy with my place in the hierarchy." She was needed, her role in SnowDancer no less important than any other. For one, the pups were utterly unafraid of her. In an emergency, she could grab any child and run, knowing that child would cling to her rather than fight.

On a day-to-day basis, and without throwing the dynamite of passion into the mix, Grace and those like her helped their stronger brethren maintain control of their aggressive natures by inciting an intense and often unconscious protectiveness.

Though, from the submissive end, the effect wasn't always by chance.

More than once, Grace had asked an angry and frustrated dominant to assist her in some task she could just as well do herself, aware the influence of her wolf would calm theirs. Such things were part of the rhythm of a healthy pack. Those packs that lost their natural complement of submissives - whether through accidents or a lack of care and respect - and didn't redress the imbalance eventually splintered, the energy in the den turning violent.

"Always remember" - a warm hand stroking over her hair - "as we need their strength to make us feel safe deep inside, the soldiers and other dominants need us to retain their humanity. That's why SnowDancer is such a powerful pack. Because one is not considered more or less than the other."

"But," she continued, heart clenching at the echo of her lost father's gentle voice, "wolves like me don't date packmates as strong as Cooper." Desire altered the rules on a fundamental level, changed the effect her wolf had on his, his on hers, until she could no longer predict how either one of them might react in any given situation.

Vivienne's next words were solemn. "He makes you uncomfortable, doesn't he?"

On the most basic female level.

"He's just so overwhelming." So masculine, so primal, so harshly beautiful. Just... so.

"I get that. Coop's not a man who'd ever be an easy kind of lover." Grace's throat went dry again at the thought of calling Cooper her lover. "It's not only that," she rasped, having to take a sip of water before she could continue.

"You remember what I told you? About how part of the reason I accepted the promotion and moved here was because of how overprotective my family was being?" Until wolf and woman both knew it wasn't good for her.

Though she loved her adoptive parents and siblings with all her heart, and knew she was cherished in turn, at times such as this she missed her long-gone "Papa" and "Mama" so much it hurt. Her father had been a submissive, had understood her on a fundamental level, her mother a dominant soldier who'd mated and loved a submissive long enough to have gained an inherent understanding of what her daughter needed to flourish.

They'd both recognized that Grace's need to feel safe and secure didn't equal a rigid wall of protection.

"I see your point." Vivienne's voice penetrated the bittersweet memories of the happy, content child she'd been before the pack was drenched bloodred. "As a lieutenant, Coop's pretty much built to protect." Twisting her body, she faced Grace. "If you tell him to back off, he will. I guess everything else aside, the question is - is that what you want?"

"No." An instant and categorical repudiation. Grace couldn't bear the thought of never again feeling the abrasive warmth of Cooper's touch, hearing that caressing note of promise in his voice.

Vivienne's lips curved in a wicked smile. "Then you'd better find a way to deal with the big, bad wolf who wants to have you for his own very personal snack."

A thousand butterflies took flight in Grace's stomach.

HE'D scared her.

The soldier in front of Cooper paled under the tanned gold of his skin.

"Sir?"

And now he was scaring everyone else. Rubbing a hand over his face in an attempt to dislodge his scowl, his thumb brushing over the jagged scar along his left cheek, he said, "The perimeter incursion, you're certain it was just a couple of human kids necking?" Wolf territory was clearly marked, but juveniles the world over had a mysterious ability to see only what they wanted to see.

Daniel nodded, his sandy hair sliding over his forehead. "I caught them myself. Made sure they knew they were trespassing on SnowDancer land, and told them it was the single warning they'd get before we took action." A flash of teeth. "They couldn't get out fast enough."

"Good." Cooper didn't enjoy putting fear in the eyes of teenagers with more hormones than brains, but it had to be done.

SnowDancer's vicious reputation was its first line of defense.

The pack hadn't always been so outwardly aggressive. Their discipline and focus on family, however, had made their enemies believe SnowDancer weak; the ensuing bloodshed had devastated the pack. So many had been lost in the carnage - including Grace's parents.

Never again, thought Cooper.

"Keep an eye out for them," he said to Daniel. "Sometimes kids like to play chicken." Youthful stupidity knew no boundaries, regardless of whether the young were changeling or human.

"I'll alert the other sentries. What should we do if one of us catches them again?"

"Disable their vehicle and call me." SnowDancer had sole jurisdiction on its land.

Maybe Enforcement would've challenged that claim once upon a time, but not anymore - not with the world shuddering under the violent weight of a change that was redefining power itself. "I'll walk them out personally."

If the human pups were old enough to neck, they were old enough to know better than to dare a predatory changeling pack. Cooper intended to give the two misbehaving teens the same dressing-down he'd give one of the juveniles under his command should they pull a stupid stunt. "No one's ever come back a third time."

Daniel grinned.

Shoving his hands over the bristling roughness of his scalp after the soldier left, Cooper stared moodily at the view outside his window. While the majority of the den was underground, his office was located on the highest level, tucked into a natural curve of the mountain. The glass was treated so as not to reflect, but it afforded him a good view of the main path up to the den. Bathed in sunshine today, the land beyond was verdant with trees, until you'd never know the Mojave desert sprawled just beyond the distant ridgeline.

He liked being able to keep an eye on things from here, but the lack of windows in the main den didn't bother his wolves - they loved coming home to a snug den, a place where their pups were always protected. Added to that, the tunnels were wide and bathed in simulated daylight and moonlight depending on the time of day, the air-filtration and temperature-control mechanisms fine-tuned to create an effortless transition between the outside and inside.

SnowDancer's scientific arm had been responsible for the original development of the technology, but it was the highly trained systems engineers who maintained and calibrated the interconnected systems on a day-to-day basis. Each could handle most of the minor issues that cropped up from time to time, but they all had their specialties.

Grace's expertise was in the simulated natural light so important to the pack's well-being.

His hand fisted, his scowl returning at the reminder of how she'd trembled under his touch. Yes, he could be scary  - hell, it was an asset when it came to protecting the pack - but he didn't want to scare Grace. He wanted to pet her, hold her, learn the intricacies of the smart, sexy woman who handled her high-tech tools with the care and elegance of a surgeon...and made him wonder how she'd use those same hands on him. Because he most definitely wanted to coax her to strip off the workmanlike coveralls that drove him wild, and breathe his fill of her scent as he explored those incredible, dangerous feminine curves with his body, his mouth.