22. What song do they listen to while going on a joyride

Born to be Wild

23. What kinda joyrides do they go on? Relaxing ones or wild ones?

Wild ones full of adventure

24. Where would they vacation for a honeymoon

Sunlit Tides. It's a little less touristy than Isla Paradiso but still has lots of sun and beaches.

25. Do people ever get annoyed of their pda

How would they know? They don't notice anyone around them when they're lost in each other. Yes the answer is yes but they don't care.

26. Would they live in the city or the country

Quentin is from the city and would love to live there again but his inner wolf knows the city isn't the best place for them. Too cramped. Too many people. Too many rules.

27. Which ones the red which ones the blue

I'm not really sure how to answer this question. Other than politics I don't know what this could be referring too so I'm just skipping it.

28. Are either of them mentally ill, if so how do they help one another cope

No mental illnesses here although Quentin's family is a little concerned that their son believes he's a werewolf.

29. Does one have a spot on them where they would melt when the other kisses them there

Sam has figured out most of those areas and some that even Quentin didn't even know he had. Like this spot right behind his left ear...it drives him wild when Sam kisses him there.

30. Do they dance together

Yes they do. Mostly in their living room at home but they do dance together.

“Tell me,” Sam requested in a soft husky voice.

“I keep thinking this has to be a dream. That I’ll wake up and none of this will have happened.” His eyes sought out Sam’s searching for answers to questions he didn’t know how to ask.

“I know this has been hard on you,” he brought his other hand up to gently hold Quentin’s face between their palms. “It’s why I didn’t want to pressure you into anything.”

“You’re not,” he stared up at him “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Pity it took being kidnapped by a bunch of renegade werewolves to bring us together.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, glad he could joke about it “fate has a funny way of working things out.”

“We’ll need to find a crib for that little pup to sleep in,” Sam observed as he watched the toddler move over a planter and begin shredding it.

“If he keeps this up he’ll destroy the whole house,” Quinten said, sounding somewhat annoyed.

“He’ll outgrow it,” Sam said, picking the child up. “His nails itch and they need stimulation. It’s what you expect when you start a family.”

Quinten stared at him “do you want to start a family?” He’d thought about it in the past. That was before this whole nightmare had changed his life. Somehow he thought that was out of the question.

“I think you’d look kind of cute with a pregnant belly,” he chuckled watching Quentin’s face turn red.

“More or less,” Sam shrugged “there could be a few exceptions.” Glancing at Quentin’s face he couldn’t hold back the laughter his expression caused “don’t look so appalled. I’m sure there are males in your society giving birth. I know I’ve read about it in the papers. Even met the man who made it possible.”

“It’s not that,” he objected, “it’s just we’ve barely even kissed and you’re already talking about babies and stuff.”

“It’s not something we have to do right away,” he said shaking his head. “I just believe in letting you know that I’m in this for the long run. It’s not a fling or a one night stand. I want the whole thing.”

Quentin’s heart soared “no one has ever said that to me before.”

“Then they were fools,” Sam growled.

“I…” he smiled up at him. Sam was the type of man he’d only dreamed about. The type he knew he was never good enough for.

Setting the toddler down Sam reached over to caress Quentin’s cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I say something? Do something?”

Quentin glanced over his shoulder, confused. Had he done something wrong? He hadn’t thought so but Sam’s reaction told him otherwise. He stepped back behind Sam’s broad back unsure exactly what he had done wrong and positive that the charged air in the room had less to do with what he said and more to do with him.

A loud amused chuckle filled the room “keep an eye on your pup, I suspect some of my men might try to run off with him.” His eyes sparkled “he’d make someone a nice prize.”

Quentin felt his cheeks flush with heat and he hid his face behind Sam’s shoulders. Was he sending some pheromone in the air? Sam’s back muscles were stiff and as unyielding as granite. Why? Sam hadn’t even seemed to enjoy the kiss he had attempted earlier. Had he misunderstood? He was acting possessive and a little jealous. For some reason that sent a pleasant feeling throughout his entire body.

The Chief’s eyes narrowed “my men have been loyal to the Esteemed One since before you were born pup.”

“He’s young,” Sam spoke up “and inexperienced. He meant no disrespect.” He growled in warning as his senses warned him of movement around the room. “Have you not had to replace guards? Could some of them not be as loyal as you may wish them to be?”

The Chief’s growl rumbled loud in the room, rattling the windows. “Yes that is a concern,” he did not elaborate and Sam was smart enough not to push for more.

Quentin moved around Sam, eyes lowered offering submission to the Chief the way Sam had taught him. “Please forgive me. I meant  no disrespect to you or your men. I only wished to impart information.”

The Chief of Adam’s guards nodded to his men ‘find their trail.” His men snapped to attention filing from the room intent on finding the girl and if not her then her trail.

“Can you handle things here?” he asked Sam who was still focused on the wolf pup.

Turning Sam glared at the Chief “yes.” His keen werewolf senses telling him the remaining men were interested in something he had no intention of giving to them. He moved so that Quintin was behind him. “Are you going after the girl?” he asked.

“Yes there are those that wish to make her the next Esteemed One,” he rumbled his disapproval filling the room.

Quentin took comfort in the safety Sam offered him. He was all too aware to speak was to bring the attention of every man in that room. Swallowing “the men who attacked us …. they were werewolves.”

“What?” the Chief’s voice shook the windows.

Swallowing audibly Quentin took a step forward, leaving the protection Sam offered to face the Chief. “I may be a pup but I do know another werewolf when i meet one.”