The Sunspire he held my hands above my head and i commenced to pray

hopeful the wolf that crested the ride might not be a stranger, Riley's expression flattened as he realized he did not recognize the she-wolf. she was of powerful make, not unlike him -- while scars adorned her shoulder and hide, there was a lurking feral undertone that had him instinctively on edge. 

her statement prompted a slow blink from the yearling, who thus far had never given an ounce of thought or concern about appearances. much too low in energy to offer a biting comeback, Riley regarded the woman that wore Donovan's scent like a perfume. thinking of Dove, now seemed the perfect opportunity to use one of those words Orlaith had taught him. no one has been here. you one of Donovan's sluts?