Dallas

From the moment Amy found out her brother was running for the presidency of the United States, she moved out of the family home and changed her last name. She loved her brother, but she didn’t love the limelight. All she wanted was freedom. The freedom to live her life the way she wanted without being in the shadow of the Secret Service all the time. Taking pictures was her passion, and that’s what she would do, and no one would stand in her way.
Amy had taken a lot of great shots of the animals at the zoo, but if one more person asked her if she had permission to be there, she would scream. She just about had her camera in focus when another zoo employee approached her. He introduced himself as Dr. Dallas Dixon, and instead of being upset with her, he wanted her to take some pictures of a gorilla who had just given birth, but the baby wouldn’t live.
It didn’t take long for Amy to realize that Dallas was a shifter and silverback to his troop. “You’re the silverback. The leader to her. I don’t know how that works, but you’re a shifter. Gorilla shifter and leader. That’s why that other man said that you could order her to do—Christ, oh mighty. Oh fucking no.” She turned her entire body and looked at the man sitting not ten feet from her. “You are not telling me that you have it in your impossibly small mind that I’m whatever they call a silverback’s mate, are you? No. Don’t answer that. I don’t need to, nor do I want to know.”