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She gently patted him upside the head. “Think of it. It would be their chance at retaliation. They had all been driven away from our packs. To fight against them would be their greatest hour.”
“How long ago did they flee? It might be that they are content to leave the past to the past. If they’ve tasted peace, they’ll not want to enter into war now.”
Okay, so maybe now he was killing her joy some. “Do you have a better idea?” she snapped.
His hands rubbed up and down her back. “No. I don’t. It’s a decent plan… in theory.”
“Theory alone?” Her eyes fluttered close, and she swayed her body closer to him. Her body needed rest and more food and time to heal. A nap wouldn’t be too much to ask, once they fled this location, especially if they made use of the river themselves, although down it, away from their fathers and brothers and sisters. Even food could be had along the way and again after their sleep. But time to heal… they had no time to waste. Not if they wanted to live to see several more sunrises and sunsets. And even those might be numbered. Would she only see the sun and moon a few more turns before her own body was turned into a pyre? Or will Father use herbs to keep my head in wolf form and mount it on his wall?
“They may well kill us on sight. Even if we find clothes, once we talk to them—”
“They know us for who we were and who we are now.”
“And who are we now?” Anders’s voice was low and husky, and despite her body’s inner and outward pain, despite her fatigue, despite her exhaustion, she wanted him. She needed him.
Just his body.
Why did that feel almost like an excuse, though?
“We are Misti and Anders. Packless but not defeated.”
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“We are Misti and Anders. Packless but not defeated,” he repeated. Blood had rushed to his groin at the husky way she had uttered those words, and she had to feel him against her. He nuzzled his nose against her soft and supple neck. “Or maybe Misti and Anders of a new pack?”
She pushed back slightly. “Don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself?”
“No,” he said honestly.
“You’re impossible.”
“Not to please.”
Some of the tightness in her brows melted away as she smiled at him. “Yes, I do know that,” she said softly, her hands running over his chest.
His eyes closed, and he leaned his pelvis toward her, craving, coveting, yearning for friction.
But again, the damned she-wolf pulled back. “It will take some time to reach the Wild Shades.”
He sighed and turned away, willing himself to calm down. “I guess trying to prolong our lives is better than just filling some time with pleasure.”
“If we survive this, there will be plenty of time for pleasure later.”
Damn, when she talked like that, there was no way he’d be able to settle down.
Time to change the subject before he took her in her arms. Living or dying, he’d take her and—
“Do you know where they are?” he asked.
“I do.” There was a slight rustling as she walked around him to face him. “You aren’t the only one to betrayal a father. I betrayed mine. After the Wild Shades fled, my father sent me to trail them, to find out where they were headed. I did but lied and said that the trail ran cold. They had no part in our war. They had been here in these parts first. We both were wrong to take over. I did not hate them as I did the…”
“You hated my people. You can say it. I don’t hold it against you.”
“Do you still hate us? The Red Nightwalkers? I know you were gone from the fight for a long while. Did it temper your lust for our blood?”
“Not at all.” He grinned wolfishly at her, stalking toward her, ignoring the pain in his body. It was nothing compared to the pain growing in his groin. “You’re lucky you’re so hot, or else I would have killed you.”
“I should have snapped my teeth against your neck when I had the chance.” She swayed her hips as she sauntered the last few inches between them.
