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have to tend the fire and get you something to eat. Adrienne sat down on the rug and fell asleep. It had been a long day and night. All the excitement of the bear and learning that the notion of Wilder being a werewolf was real, and not a joke. She had to find out how that worked. And how could he hide their existence from the outside world.
    She knew something of wolves. She knew that they had been hunted into nonexistence. There were a small numbers now inhabiting a few states in the U S and only a few left in Alaska and Russia. But how did they evolve into these creatures, sometimes human and sometimes wolves.
    Wilder returned carrying a piece of smoked wild duck. “We’re running out of food. If my brother’s don’t make it back because of the heavy snow, I’ll have to go hunting.”
    “How can you hunt with that wound?”
    “So you care about me.” Yes she cared, but she didn’t want him to know.
    “I just know that if you’re hurt then you’ll try something stupid and get killed and I’ll be alone here and starve before you get back,” she whined. He turned, eyes narrow and dark, and he gave out a growl. And she jumped. “I’m just kidding, but you ate all that food not me,” she reminded him.
    “I can last longer than you without food. I can go without food for two weeks or maybe three, can you? I’m not doing this for me it’s for you,” he said his eyes now soft and clear. Adrienne forced a smile.
    Sitting against a chair and eating the succulent duck, she sucked the juice from her fingers. “It’s the last one. You will have to eat some of the bear meat,” he said taking a long look at her breasts where the neck line of the poncho dipped.
    She caught his gaze and put her hands over them. “I can’t eat that meat,” she said.
    “You will have to,” he reminded her. “I’ll go out tonight.”
    “Don’t leave me here,” she said pulling his arm. He glanced down at her hand on his arm, and tightened his eyes. “I don’t know your name and you never asked mine,” Adrienne said. “All you call me is female and I’m tired of that as if I’m not a person with feelings.” His face relaxed. “What if something happens to you? Then what?” She said.
    “I have to get wood for the fire,” he said. He left in the direction of the bedroom to put on pants and a shirt, then he turned. “My name is Wilder.”
    “My name is Adrienne. We have enough until morning. Don’t go. If you sleep near me, it can last until daylight. I don’t want you to leave me in the dark,” she said with her face taking on a calm glow, “and besides you’re hurt. Anything could happen.”
    After eating and convincing Wilder not to leave her alone, Adrienne propped herself up to read. She needed to know more about the life she had been thrown into—Wilder’s world. She glanced over to see that Wilder had taken one of the pain pills, and looking at his magnificent body, with scars crisscrossing his back and arms, it’s was no wonder he had pain pills and antibiotics on his shelf.
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    T he cave turned bitter cold. She put down the book, walked and looked down on him sleeping, but he wasn’t sleeping, he could smell her body and he became aroused. He didn’t know how long he could keep himself from her. He couldn’t sleep or rest and he needed his rest to hunt and for his body to heal. She bent her knees and lay down near him.
    She found pieces of cloth and fur to cover her vagina, disguising her smell. Lying near and being near him, she could tell how sexually aroused he had become. She felt the same, but she could control hers. Her body didn’t dictate that she had to mate with anyone if she didn’t want to but she did want to. She was afraid that her opening couldn’t accommodate his large penis. And what about his brothers? He has all but said that if she accepts him, she would have to accept his brothers. How would that work if she even considered such an arrangement?
    Because of her past, she