Page 49 of Touched By Moonlight
A smaller gray wolf sat near the fountain, tearing into a hunk of meat. Snarling, it attacked the meat with such fury, it nearly scared me. I hung back, wondering at the wolf’s savagery. The wolf bit into the meat, ripping it as if starving. The feral wildness in his eating was a marvel to behold, because it was a thing of nature, of the elements, as if the creature was truly a wolf and not awerewolf.
I recognized the scent. After all, we had made love only thismorning.
Suddenly the wolf raised his bloody muzzle and turned, seeing me. Hesnarled.
“Hello Stephan,” I said quietly. “Rememberme?”
For a moment I feared the wolf did not remember, and would see me only as a threat to his meal. Then those amber eyes clouded,blinked.
Stephan materialized and the wolf vanished. Nude, his mouth covered with blood, he squatted on the ground, refusing to meet mygaze.
“Why did you come here? I can’t believe you saw me like that.” he asked, hugginghimself.
“I wanted to check on you,” I said as gently as possible, feeling horrible that he was ashamed. “It’s nothing bad, Stephan. You’re awolf.”
“Asavage.”
“No!”
“This is who I am,” he whispered, his hands bloody. “I’m sorry,Sienna.”
“Stephan,” I started, but he’d already fled past me, out of the glen toward the deeper woods near the mountain, shifting into a wolf as heran.
Damnit, now he’d think I judged him. I had meant no harm, but that didn’tmatter.
This pack seemed filled withsecrets.
And I had just discovered one I sensed was quiteimportant.
