He had covered her again when she had settled down and drifted away into a quiet thoughtfulness. She hadn’t protested when he had placed her coat and his cloak back over her or said a word since he had confessed his bitter disappointment at not being able to protect either her or his horse. He had hoped that none of the wolves had bitten her but her admission that the largest wolf had sunk his teeth into her had shattered it. She was lost to him, destined to follow a new master, one that could return at any moment to claim her. His eyes scanned the darkening forest. Would he let the man take her? Every inch of him revolted against the idea of letting another touch her, especially one as lowly as a werewolf. He reminded himself that she was a werewolf too now. The man that had bitten her had snatched her from him, taken her out of his reach irrevocably. It would be best for him to part ways with her as soon as possible and never think of her again. What had once been a sweet dream was now a tortured nightmare.
