“No.” Her insides were feeling shaky, but her reply was firm and definite. But mostly you smell upset.” He snarled, showing fangs that definitely weren’t human.

“Yes, you are.” Simon stepped closer, and his amber eyes narrowed-but not before Meg saw the flickers of red that indicated anger. Her brain knew that it would make things easier for everyone if she could convince her body. No! A human male might think that way, but Simon wouldn’t, not even when he was in human form. She hadn’t given a thought to how little she was wearing, but if she was noticing Simon’s body, was he also noticing hers? And if he was. But she knew it was the excuse a man used in order to blame a girl when he forced her to have sex with him. Meg couldn’t remember if she had read that phrase in a story or if it was part of a rememory-an image from an old prophecy. That hadn’t seemed important when she’d put them on after her shower. Then she remembered that she wasn’t wearing anything except a thin cotton shift and panties. “No, I’m not.” But looking at him, she was distracted by the male body that displayed everything but the scary bits, which were hidden by denim cutoffs. She hadn’t heard Simon enter the summer room. Startled, Meg almost knocked over a glass of water. Scary, yes, but thinking about it made something flutter inside her, something that made her wonder what it would be like if they. She knew in her heart that Simon would never do bad things to her like the men in the compound had done, but the furry Wolf still felt like a safer companion, despite the teeth and claws.Īnd yet, this time, seeing Simon without clothes. There were things that had been done to her in the compound that her body remembered but were veiled from her mind-things that made it much easier for her to be around Simon when he was in Wolf form. But those were humans, not a blood prophet and a Wolf. In the stories she’d read, people who were drawn to each other seemed to fight a lot or have misunderstandings or had sex and then broke up before eventually getting together.

Etched in bone by anne bishop