Ravensblood Forest [m]the demons, they've been creeping in your head while you're sleeping

This was a familiar scene to Cullen, but he didn't think of that now. History was repeating itself, and he was little more than an oblivious bystander to the writing of his own future. Themis, He repeated, entranced. The goddess of law and order. I'm Cullen. The smell of the sea wafted through the forest, which suddenly seemed a rather romantic place to him. All dark and scarlet, dull-cast by winter's gloom. Perhaps the silvered wolfess was a goddess after all.

He tried to banish the thoughts from his mind, chiding himself for a fool. But already he found himself stepping forward, nose dipping tentatively toward Themis to test the reception to his advances. If she did not ward him away, he would move closer, preening lightly at the fur at her cheek, her neck, and further if she allowed it. Her heat scent held him in a firm grasp, chasing all logic from his thoughts. The regret would come later.