but didn’t
leave her as she dreaded he would. He stood outside, his body
tense.
She didn’t know who he was hiding her from,
but fear had her guessing the wild dogs had found them. Her body
tensed and she mentally prepared herself to witness another grisly
display. She barely noticed the cool of the cave or the smell of
damp air. Thunderous growls exploded from Tyson and the noise
nearly deafened her as it echoed off rock. There was little to see
until another wolf, formidable in size, crept slowly into view.
Silver in color and with eyes so yellow they looked to be glowing,
the animal was a wonder to behold.
From where she was, Clara could only see
Tyson’s tail end. The front of him was making such ferocious sounds
that she was afraid to behold his face. The silver wolf crawled
toward him on its belly with ears lowered in submission. Without
any signs of hostility it edged nearer and nearer until it was
close enough that Tyson could take a chunk out of it if he wanted.
Rolling over, it fell onto its back, showing its stomach in
complete submission. Tyson’s growls became less fierce and it
seemed he might accept the silver werewolf’s call for truce.
Clara watched the strange wolf so closely
she didn’t notice Tyson change shape until he spoke. “You can come
out,” he informed her. She glanced at him, and, sure enough, he
stood in his human form. He ducked into the mouth of the crevice
when she didn’t move, her body too stiff to allow such a thing. He
offered a hand and pulled her out. Meanwhile, the silver wolf
remained belly up. Tyson, with Clara’s hand in his, pulled her to
face the newcomer.
“Who is it?” she asked as she stepped into
the sun and blinked.
“I don’t know, but she won’t hurt you. She
smelled you and came. Once we get this over with she will leave us
alone.”
“She smelled me?” she asked
skeptically.
“Yes,” he said with a curt nod and pushed
his hair back in an agitated way. The silver wolf slowly rolled to
all fours and stood. She was every bit as majestic and beautiful as
Tyson, only slightly smaller and slightly less fierce. The sun
caused her coat to shine and her yellow eyes to sparkle like gold.
Taken with her beauty, Clara wanted to go to her. Tyson kept her
from doing so.
“Wait for her to approach, never go
to them.”
Clara nodded and held still. The silver wolf
moved ever so slowly toward them. Until that moment, Clara hadn’t
noticed how the wolf trembled.
“You scared her!” she said accusingly.
“That was the goal.”
“She’s shaking!”
“She should be.”
The silver wolf came to Clara, but her
yellow eyes were wide and she continuously glanced in Tyson’s
direction. “Wouldn’t this be easier if she changed to her human
form?” Clara asked.
“Yes, but she can’t. She’s feral, which
means she’s trapped as a wolf,” Tyson answered, never taking his
eyes from the stranger or his hand from hers.
“Trapped?” she repeated as she raised her
free hand toward the silver wolf’s snout. She was close enough to
touch and raised her nose to Clara’s outstretched fingers. Her hot
breath warmed Clara’s skin. When the wolf touched her palm, Clara’s
first reaction was to stroke her soft fur, but her hand froze. Her
fingers tingled like they were being pricked, starting where she
and the wolf touched. The sensation spread up her wrist and arm. An
invisible bond held them together and she was powerless to pull
away. Her energy drained as if the silver wolf absorbed it.
“What is it?” Tyson asked, unable to see the
invisible interaction. She couldn’t answer or move. Intuitively, he
knocked her hand, instantly breaking the connection. She fell back
with a cry and he caught her arm, steadying her.
“What happened?” he asked again his eye
shifting to the silver wolf. Clara cradled her mildly throbbing
hand. “Clara,” Tyson said and put a hand on either side of her
face, making her look at him. “What happened?”
“I don’t
leave her as she dreaded he would. He stood outside, his body
tense.
She didn’t know who he was hiding her from,
but fear had her guessing the wild dogs had found them. Her body
tensed and she mentally prepared herself to witness another grisly
display. She barely noticed the cool of the cave or the smell of
damp air. Thunderous growls exploded from Tyson and the noise
nearly deafened her as it echoed off rock. There was little to see
until another wolf, formidable in size, crept slowly into view.
Silver in color and with eyes so yellow they looked to be glowing,
the animal was a wonder to behold.
From where she was, Clara could only see
Tyson’s tail end. The front of him was making such ferocious sounds
that she was afraid to behold his face. The silver wolf crawled
toward him on its belly with ears lowered in submission. Without
any signs of hostility it edged nearer and nearer until it was
close enough that Tyson could take a chunk out of it if he wanted.
Rolling over, it fell onto its back, showing its stomach in
complete submission. Tyson’s growls became less fierce and it
seemed he might accept the silver werewolf’s call for truce.
Clara watched the strange wolf so closely
she didn’t notice Tyson change shape until he spoke. “You can come
out,” he informed her. She glanced at him, and, sure enough, he
stood in his human form. He ducked into the mouth of the crevice
when she didn’t move, her body too stiff to allow such a thing. He
offered a hand and pulled her out. Meanwhile, the silver wolf
remained belly up. Tyson, with Clara’s hand in his, pulled her to
face the newcomer.
“Who is it?” she asked as she stepped into
the sun and blinked.
“I don’t know, but she won’t hurt you. She
smelled you and came. Once we get this over with she will leave us
alone.”
“She smelled me?” she asked
skeptically.
“Yes,” he said with a curt nod and pushed
his hair back in an agitated way. The silver wolf slowly rolled to
all fours and stood. She was every bit as majestic and beautiful as
Tyson, only slightly smaller and slightly less fierce. The sun
caused her coat to shine and her yellow eyes to sparkle like gold.
Taken with her beauty, Clara wanted to go to her. Tyson kept her
from doing so.
“Wait for her to approach, never go
to them.”
Clara nodded and held still. The silver wolf
moved ever so slowly toward them. Until that moment, Clara hadn’t
noticed how the wolf trembled.
“You scared her!” she said accusingly.
“That was the goal.”
“She’s shaking!”
“She should be.”
The silver wolf came to Clara, but her
yellow eyes were wide and she continuously glanced in Tyson’s
direction. “Wouldn’t this be easier if she changed to her human
form?” Clara asked.
“Yes, but she can’t. She’s feral, which
means she’s trapped as a wolf,” Tyson answered, never taking his
eyes from the stranger or his hand from hers.
“Trapped?” she repeated as she raised her
free hand toward the silver wolf’s snout. She was close enough to
touch and raised her nose to Clara’s outstretched fingers. Her hot
breath warmed Clara’s skin. When the wolf touched her palm, Clara’s
first reaction was to stroke her soft fur, but her hand froze. Her
fingers tingled like they were being pricked, starting where she
and the wolf touched. The sensation spread up her wrist and arm. An
invisible bond held them together and she was powerless to pull
away. Her energy drained as if the silver wolf absorbed it.
“What is it?” Tyson asked, unable to see the
invisible interaction. She couldn’t answer or move. Intuitively, he
knocked her hand, instantly breaking the connection. She fell back
with a cry and he caught her arm, steadying her.
“What happened?” he asked again his eye
shifting to the silver wolf. Clara cradled her mildly throbbing
hand. “Clara,” Tyson said and put a hand on either side of her
face, making her look at him. “What happened?”
“I don’t
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