all these years , all her long days on patrol thinking about him and what he might be up to and those long nights in her bunk dreaming about him , this was what she 'd always wanted . she pleaded for an answer before daring to take matters into her own hands . `` amber , why do n't you pull up a chair ? '' still smiling , she pats my hand . she 'd never gone hiking with a werewolf , though . age 34 what is your name ? 