Chapter 13
- Instantly, the wolves moved out. My wolf leaned down and gently bit her nose. It was a sign of affection. One he hoped would be returned.
- Instead, she just stared at us, her eyes glassy with fear.
- Turning my head, I grumbled at Saul. “Don’t look at me. I’m not hurting her. The wound is already closed, so I’m almost done. I just want to see…” his voice trailed off. “My God.”