"I like it," she says, trying to play it cool but with a little color in her cheeks. What she'd said about pack and new names was true. What she hadn't told him was that sometimes they name each other. It's like this with him often: he brings out the wolf in her but more than that he sifts out the best parts of being a wolf from all the murkiness her pain has caused.

"What's a name that means... clever?" She could have gone for something more playful, a direct translation of Irish Sexy for example, but cautiously she wants to try for something more earnest.