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feel happy and sad at the same time. It is hard to say goodbye.”
    Gwydion spread his arms, welcoming her into his comforting embrace.
    Seren stepped into the circle of his strong, bracing arms. No other man had ever made her feel this secure. Her skin tingled as he held her. No other lover had caused her heart to throb whenever he was near, the way Gwydion did. As her hips pressed against his thighs, a hot shiver ran through her.
    Winding her arms around his smooth, broad back, she tilted her chin and peered at his strong, pale gold face, and the sensuous flame in his eyes. Seren felt his breath hot on her cheek. He leaned down until his warm, wet mouth touched hers. She ran her fingers through his long hair and yanked on the strands, pressing his mouth tighter to hers. When the deep, lingering kiss ended, she untangled his yellow curls from her fingers.
    He flashed an even, white-toothed grin. “There is something to be said for the mortal way of undressing. Here, let me help you.”
    “No, Gwydion, I am a druid and it is Samhain. I must return to the hill fort, there is much to do for the feast.”
    “I’ll come with you.”
    If he came back to the hill fort, she could lie with him later tonight. Seren felt ready to jump on him and ride him hard right now, but her duties as a druidess waited. “Can you come in wolf form? I am not ready to explain to the tribe that I entered the forest for the Samhain feast with my ancestor and left the woods with a god.”
    “As you wish.” He folded his muscular arms across his broad chest. “Noble wolf, cunning hunter, howling in the night, I call upon my magic to shift to your form.”
    His muscles twisted, some expanding as others contracted. She watched his smooth, bronzed skin and his curly, untamed yellow hair change to thick, white fur. She gazed upon a large wolf, with sharp fangs, and yellow eyes.
    The empty basket swung from her elbow as she brandished the torch in her other hand and strode with the white wolf through the woods. She glanced up at the leafless branches overhead, catching a glimpse of the full moon as Gwydion’s furry body brushed against her leg while they headed to the hill fort.
    Stepping out of the dense forest into the clearing, Seren moved at a springy pace to match the wolf’s fast paws. As they passed under the wooden arch of the gate to the hill fort, Gwydion whimpered in approval as he gazed at the carved wolf head, the tribe’s totem.
    Chapter Four
    Everyone in the village stopped in their tracks and stared at the wolf. Every time Gwydion drew near to anyone, Seren’s tribesmen stepped back. She read the fear in their eyes and knew the wolf could smell it.
    “He will not harm you,” Seren called out to her tribesmen. “He is tame, he will not bite.”
    In truth, he wouldn’t hurt them, yet he was anything but tame. Anyone with a body as wicked as his had to be wild. Seren couldn’t wait for Gwydion to shift into human form and crawl into her bed. Now her mother had returned to the otherworld, Seren could couple with Gwydion and explore every inch of his body, if she could make it to her roundhouse without someone in her tribe slaying him in his wolf form.
    “Do not be afraid,” she called out to the villagers again.
    Seren hadn’t realized he should have come as a man, because she was thinking of her own needs and not the tribe’s. She must look moon mad, walking through the village with a wolf, bringing him near the pens of herds and flocks, by the slabs of salted pork the nine maidens had worked so hard to prepare to feed the tribe, and around the small children. Someone called out to her, interrupting her silent musings.
    “Hail, druidess.” As the chief approached, his plaid cloak flapping in the night breeze, he studied the wolf.
    Seren observed a glint of awe in Neithon’s wide eyes. Though the chief called her name, he focused all his attention on the wolf. Three of the nine warriors, Gwydderig, Meilyr, and Hywell joined