Back Marked In Flesh
Chapters (68)
  1. Books by Anne Bishop
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Dedication
  6. Acknowledgments
  7. Geography
  8. Maps
  9. A Brief History of the World
  10. Epigraph
  11. Prologue
  12. CHAPTER 1
  13. CHAPTER 2
  14. CHAPTER 3
  15. CHAPTER 4
  16. CHAPTER 5
  17. CHAPTER 6
  18. CHAPTER 7
  19. CHAPTER 8
  20. CHAPTER 9
  21. CHAPTER 10
  22. CHAPTER 11
  23. CHAPTER 12
  24. CHAPTER 13
  25. CHAPTER 14
  26. CHAPTER 15
  27. CHAPTER 16
  28. CHAPTER 17
  29. CHAPTER 18
  30. CHAPTER 19
  31. CHAPTER 20
  32. CHAPTER 21
  33. CHAPTER 22
  34. CHAPTER 23
  35. CHAPTER 24
  36. CHAPTER 25
  37. CHAPTER 26
  38. CHAPTER 27
  39. CHAPTER 28
  40. CHAPTER 29
  41. CHAPTER 30
  42. CHAPTER 31
  43. CHAPTER 32
  44. CHAPTER 33
  45. CHAPTER 34
  46. CHAPTER 35
  47. CHAPTER 36
  48. CHAPTER 37
  49. CHAPTER 38
  50. CHAPTER 39
  51. CHAPTER 40
  52. CHAPTER 41
  53. CHAPTER 42
  54. CHAPTER 43
  55. CHAPTER 44
  56. CHAPTER 45
  57. CHAPTER 46
  58. CHAPTER 47
  59. CHAPTER 48
  60. CHAPTER 49
  61. CHAPTER 50
  62. CHAPTER 51
  63. CHAPTER 52
  64. CHAPTER 53
  65. CHAPTER 54
  66. CHAPTER 55
  67. CHAPTER 56
  68. 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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