Prologue "No one ever thinks of the consequences of promising to name your firstborn child after your best friend. If your best friend is Jen, however, you should think of any and all possible consequences which are, more often than not, created simply by her presence." ~ Sally Jacque just happened to be walking by the door when she heard one of her best friends yell, "Bloody hell!" She backpedaled to Sally's door and, without knocking, turned the knob and quickly pushed it open. "Sally, sweetie, you okay?" she called tentatively into the room. "I'm over here, Jacque, and okay is taking a vacation at the moment." Jacque followed the sound of Sally's voice into the attached bathroom. She found her friend standing in her bra and shorts with her back to the mirror, holding a handheld mirror in one hand so that she could see her reflection from behind. Jacque's mouth dropped open at the sight. "Yeah, that was my first reaction too." Sally nodded at Jacque's dropped jaw. "But then I moved quickly into the next possible reaction of, 'what the hell is on my back?'" "Your markings," Jacque whispered. "So he really is your mate." "That, or some random wolf is walking around out there with new markings that he wasn't expecting.