CAINE
There's something strange about her tonight. She's calmer than this morning, a little more assured, despite the familiar scent in her room. Storming down the hall, I snap at Fenris, Are you sure it's him?
When have I ever mistaken a scent? It's the wolf who followed her when we first met. His irritation only feeds mine, like a cloud of dark energy following behind.
No new injuries marred her skin, no fresh bruises. At least there's that. But that doesn't explain the scent of another wolf in her room. A Blue Mountain wolf. One who shouldn't dare approach…
"Damn it. She's driving me crazy."
It will only get worse if you keep denying our connection to her.
The tattoos on my neck burn, and I lift my upper lip in a snarl. "Everything will be fine once I settle things." The others were right; she's a victim, not a prisoner. And yet I can't bring myself to send her back to human society.
