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stay here and finish your dinner. I’ll be
back shortly and we can continue our conversation.”
    Soon after she left, he rose
abruptly. Grim-faced, he followed her.
     
    * * * *
     
    Zora sped through the dark
woods, sorely disappointed she had to cut their conversation short.
She wanted to learn so much more about him.
    She heard the crackle and snaps
of twigs behind her, and ignored the sounds. She wasn’t afraid of
the woods. It was her home.
    She stopped by the large boulder
beneath the old tree and waited. She heard them coming. They
growled softly as they approached. Zora caught sight of their
gleaming fur in the light of the near full moon. She knew they
smelled the meat in her box and she smiled.
    The big wolf, the black one
she’d grown fond of, appeared. She placed the box down and opened
the lid. The rest of the lamb and yesterday’s meat was there. The
black wolf approached steadily on its haunches, snarling as it
crept closer to her.
    She’s always thought he
resembled a huge black dog. The sound of a growl behind her drew a
frown on her face and she wondered if this pack had acquired
another member. The black wolf stopped before her and buried its
face in the box, gnawing and gnashing at the food. She giggled and
bent down to rub it behind the ears as its two other members
pounced on the scene. They nudged the black wolf aside and the
three began to eat. She petted them behind their ears and glided
her hand over their rich coats.
    The black one growled, snapped
his massive head to her hand, and licked her wrist.
    Zora laughed.
     
    * * * *
     
    Bryce’s gut clenched in reaction
to her soft, lilting laugh. He watched the wolves taking a moment
out of their feeding to lick her hand. What…the hell…was happening,
his mind roared?
    He stood there in his Lycan form
and could not believe what he was witnessing. The three wolves were
the ones that had attacked him earlier in the day. When he’d seen
the black one approach Zora, he’d growled his turn to his Lycan
form and was ready to vault through the air and pounce on the
animal when, to his utter disbelief, the animal let her pet him as
if it was a…a dog.
    Unbelievable, he thought, frozen
where he was standing. She’d befriended three wild animals, animals
that could rip her to shreds—or had she placed them under a spell?
For what purpose, he thought? He was so damned confused, he wanted
to raise his head to the dark night and howl like a madman, but he
refrained. The wolves would hear him and attack him, and he didn’t
want to place Zora in any danger. At the thought of Zora getting
hurt, his heart squeezed.
    The wolves stopped eating and
vaulted up into her arms, almost knocking her over. Bryce froze,
his heart nearly stopping. Shocked, he realised the animals were
showing her their affection and thanks. She rubbed their backs,
laughing softly.
    Slowly, the wolves drew back and
left.
    Bryce couldn’t decide what he
felt—awe, respect, admiration? He’d seen many incredible things in
his three hundred years, but he’d never seen anything like this.
Damn it, he couldn’t befriend those beasts earlier, and he was a
blasted wolf himself!
    As she walked towards him, he
felt a thread of tension run up his spine. Something was different
about her. Her silhouette was not the same. It was much slimmer and
he saw a hint of a waist. His gaze narrowed on her breasts as she
approached him and he sucked in a harsh breath. They definitely
appeared higher, firmer, the full breasts of a young woman.
    As she walked slowly towards
him, he caught sight of her hair. All the grey was gone. Her golden
hair shone under the moon’s glow, silky and soft.
    Astonished, he narrowed his
eyes.
    She caught sight of him and
gasped, jerking a gloved hand to her mouth. What was it about those
damn gloves she kept wearing, Bryce thought angrily? He shifted
back to his human form, naked, and gave her startled face a dry
look.
    “Can you conjure up a spell to
repair my clothes?