Chapters (68)
- Books by Anne Bishop
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Geography
- Maps
- A Brief History of the World
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
He stripped off his clothes and jumped in. Yes, the water shocked the human form more than it did the Wolf, but only for a moment.
“You okay, Meg?”
She paddled to the edge and grabbed handfuls of grass to anchor herself, her legs rising to float behind her. “I’m okay.” She floated for a minute before saying softly, “I’m okay.”
He joined her at the edge. “The water feels good after a sticky day.”
She nodded.
Fragile, complicated Meg. What did she want him to do?
She turned her head away from him just enough for light to shine on the new scar along the right side of her jaw. Winter or summer, she wouldn’t be able to hide that one. And he wouldn’t forget why she’d made that cut.
He gently kissed that scar and felt something changing inside him—just a flutter of change, there and gone, but leaving its mark.
She looked at him, her eyes wide with uncertainty. If he kissed her again, she would flee like a bunny.
So he licked her nose and made her laugh before he lunged for the center of the pool, making as big a splash as he could. A moment later, she leaped on top of him with a joyful yelp that was cut off when they both went under. Sputtering, he pulled her to the surface.
For several minutes they splashed around, their bodies brushing and bumping like two Wolves at play. Then they climbed out and collapsed on the blanket—she on her back and he stretched out on his belly.
He looked at her and grinned. She looked at him and laughed.
Simon listened while Meg’s breathing quieted as she drifted closer to sleep. Propped up on his forearms, he watched her for a moment before he shifted to Wolf and eased closer to her, letting out a happy sigh when she buried her fingers in his fur.
How much human was left in Thaisia? How much would the terra indigene keep? He didn’t have answers, but he and Meg would figure out a way to look after their pack, and they would be all right.
Simon gave her shoulder a couple of licks. Sleepy now, he laid his head on his paws, still aware of Meg’s fingers in his fur.
Yes, they would be all right.
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