Honeymoons for werewolves aren't easy. You've got to worry about the changes, about food, about privacy, about the extensive damage bills caused during rough 'cuddles'... not to mention the kids.
And on top of that, there's rumours about a disease spreading through all bitten werewolves? And Nick, Anne's mate, thinks he's twenty years younger again?
Things were never simple with Nick. Now they're going to go to a whole new level of complicated.
Nick, an American, and Anne, an Australian, have had a crazy three years. Met in New York, fell in love, Anne was kidnapped, assulted for ten months, and escaped. Somehow managed to keep pregnant between attacks, marriage, and hunting the bastard down that hurt her. On top of that, she had to come to terms with being a werewolf, and that it wasn't as fluffy, easy or sweet as some movies liked to make out. It was a pretty steep learning curve. Nick, her husband, has been making it easier. He isn't a high ranking werewolf, he isn't ever going to become an Alpha, and he is sometimes pretty clueless about things. She is more than happy with that.
So they delayed their honeymoon for some pretty good reasons. But two years of 'hidden' groping and attempts at some private time while the toddlers are set onto unsuspecting family has gotten everyone more or less sick of it.
So two weeks away should be fun. Right?