Dani walked steadily down the deserted street, the heels of her boots creating a distinct click with every step.  She was tired and in dire need of a little relaxation and maybe a nice hot bath to wash the strain of the night’s earlier activities away.  That thought had just begun to release some of the tension in her body when the shadows in front of her shifted.  It was a subtle change, one that would most likely go unnoticed to the untrained eye.  But, it was a definite change, none the less.  She froze in her tracks, hesitating for a brief moment as she scented the air.  It was there, in the distance.  The faint aroma of wolf wafted over her pallet.  That scent was recognizable anywhere, one of her kind was hiding in those shadows.  She was sure of it.
Dani was a werewolf, had always been a werewolf.  Unlike the majority of her kind, Dani had actually been born a wolf.  Rarer still, was that she had been born a twin, and to a werewolf mother.  It was difficult, if not impossible, for those of her kind to become pregnant.  And once pregnant, it was even more difficult to carry to term.  But Dani and her twin brother, Jesse, were the result of just such an event.  She had been a werewolf all her life, although the first change did not occur until puberty.  She lived with her pack, had grown up surrounded by other wolves.  And with that, came a deep recognition for those of her kind.  This is exactly how she was so certain that the presence lurking in the shadows up ahead was definitely a werewolf.
She continued down the street, her pace slower than it had begun.  Despite being able to identify the wolf, she was still cautious.  The scent was unfamiliar to her, which meant it wasn’t a wolf from her pack.  As large as packs tended to get, Dani still knew the scent of every wolf that was a part of hers.  Her pack was like family, and you knew family.  She slowly turned the corner, every muscle in her body tense, waiting for the first sign of hostility.  But none came.  In fact, there was no one there.  The road before her was completely abandoned.  She took a sweeping gaze down the street and along the shadows that the accompanying buildings cast, but found nothing.
She felt it then, sudden and stifling.  There was someone, something behind her.  She fought the urge to run and instead, forced herself to turn around.  It was male, that was for certain, and his scent lay heavily on the air, intoxicating her senses.  But before she could turn around to face him, an arm wrapped around her waist, holding her fast, the subtle promise of power rippling under his skin as he impeded her movement so effortlessly.  “Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s dangerous to be out alone at night?  Especially for a delectable creature such as yourself.”  He breathed it across her neck, sending a shiver along her skin.  It was both terrifying and thrilling to be caught in his grasp and she was conflicted as to how she should react.  
“I’m not afraid of the dark.”  She responded, surprising herself with the confidence in her voice.
He released her then and she breathed a sigh of relief.  She finally turned to meet the eyes of her captor.  His gaze was heavy and skirted down her body in a trail of heat and apparent desire.  His eyes were an intense blue and held a certain familiarity.  His black hair was cut semi short and styled to appear as if he had just rolled out of bed.  But, the uniformity and evidence of product in his style ruined the illusion and made it clear the result was intentional.  His skin held a soft brown undertone to it, alluding to regular exposure to the sun.  He was tall and thin, but not lanky, and it was apparent he took great pride in keeping his body toned.  It didn’t offer the harness or bulk of muscle but instead the appearance of an athletic build.  A rough shadow covered his chin, the effect of not having shaved that day.  He was dressed casually in a black button-down shirt, the first few buttons left undone so that the collar gaped, and a pair of jeans so worn that the denim had started to give way at the knees.  He was a lovely sight and heat leapt to her cheeks with the realization that she had been staring.
“Ah, you haven’t changed a bit, have you Dani?”  He said with an easy chuckle.  “Always were one to wear your intensions out on your sleeve.”
So she did know him.  Some tension she had been unaware of until that point released.  “We’ve met before?”  She made it a question, rather than a statement, still unsure of how exactly he knew her and why she couldn’t quite place him.
“I’m hurt.  Really and truly I am.”  He said as he clutched a hand over his heart.  “Apparently I didn’t leave as good of an impression as I’d hoped.”  He shook his head and took a step to close the gap between them, his body pressed along the length of hers, sending little sparks of electricity along her skin.  He ran a hand almost possessively through her short silky hair, trailing his fingers against the rosy skin of her cheek.  It was in that touch that realization finally came to her, possessed her with a deep recognition of bodies pressed together, moving to a thrumming bass line.  She knew his touch, knew the promise his body whispered across her skin.  And in that same memory, she knew his name.
“Kaden.”  She whispered through pursed lips.
“So I did leave an impression.”  He laughed, a hearty, purely male laugh that made it very apparent he was pleased with himself.  
He stepped back and suddenly she could breathe again, the world coming back into focus.  He had indeed left an impression on her.  But, one she had reluctantly forgotten until he so easily reminded her.  They had met, years ago.  It had been at a moon gathering.  Packs from all over came together for the week leading up to the full moon.  The moon heightened the desire to find a mate, heightened the hunger for a hunt, and heightened the abilities that came along with being a werewolf.  It was in that week that packs got together to sate those needs.  They hunted, they fed, and they searched for a mate they had yet to discover.  Werewolves mated for life, at least once they found their soul mate.  While other mates were enjoyable distractions, nothing would satisfy that desire to find their other half.  And, it was that search that had brought Dani and Kaden together.  There had been a promise of more, but they had discovered each other on the night of the full moon, when, once the moon rose, they were forced to shift and disperse to their own packs to hunt.  It had taken her months of unsuccessful searching and much pleading from her twin brother to finally get her to forget about that night and move on.
But now here he was, back in her life.  It would seem fate was all for throwing her curveballs.  Dani placed her hands on her hips.  Her body might be all for getting reacquainted with his, her wolf might be more than a little interested in the power and scent radiating from him, but the woman in her was scornful.  She gave him a menacing look, letting the years of doubt and annoyance fuel her contempt.  The cocky smile slid from Kaden’s face upon the realization of that look.  He searched her face and evidently found no comfort there as his frown deepened.  “What?”
“Oh don’t give me ‘what’, Kaden.  Do you realize how entirely impossible you are to get over?”  Her body was tense with the effort not to lash out at him.  “You couldn’t have called, or written, or something?”  She shook her head continuously back and forth, anger glittering in her eyes, daring him to try and deny her accusations.
“What do you mean, Dani?  We had what, one dance?  How was I to know that meant anything to you?”  His own anger was steadily rising to the surface, despite his attempts to remain calm.  “Besides, I didn’t even have a number to call.  If you remember correctly, we weren’t much in the frame of mind for lengthy introductions.”  That was the truth.  There had been little else on their minds but the heat of the moment, the desire to sate their needs, and the lustful promise of their bodies pressed closely together on the dance floor.
“Still-“ she began, but was cut off abruptly by his hand signaling her to stop.
“No.  No arguments, Dani.  I tried.  I searched for you all night.  I asked around.  It was like you were a ghost.  No one knew of you or what pack you might be from.  I did all I could.  Besides, like I said, it was one dance.”
“One was more than enough.”  She whispered softly, her words carried away by the wind.  
The deep recognition between soul mates was instantaneous.  Dani wasn’t sure that had been what sparked between them that night, but she had been sure it was something that deserved a chance, something that should be investigated.  At the very least, it whispered promises of amazing things between them.