Shadewood there is a bear in the wound

As Masque’a body leaned into his stretching embrace, Riley was taken by the warmth of her frame — and how violently she shook.

You had no choice. Riley murmured into the stern grey of her ruff. There was no other option that would bring you back to me. He reiterated, positioning himself so he could pull her closer to him, where the heat of his body might quell her shivering.