Witch's Marsh Oh [m]y God, she looks so helpless, and her body's saying: "Hell yes."

What this pack was and why Xan joined it were questions for later. She still did not know why he left, though she suspected Cicero. The reasons behind that were even murkier. Now that she knew where he was, perhaps she could ask him about it. But for now her mind was driven on one thing.

He questioned her reasoning for straying so far from the Woods. The witch chuckled. Damien wants, I want, wolves loyal to the Dark Brotherhood. We've decided homegrown proved much more fruitful than recruitment, She didn't know why she was telling him this, but the words slipped out anyway. She closed the distance between them, her nose beginning to trace through the fur on his neck and shoulder. I am in heat, though I have no mate, She licked, then whispered in his ear, Do you understand now?