I don't know why I did that. I knew the Werewolf could attack—but maybe that's what I wanted. I don't know.

I felt Paul brace himself, but that was all that happened. He moved back enough to look at me. After a moment he offered me his neck again.

"You trust the Werewolf?" he asked.

"We have an understanding." I sank my teeth into his neck again and fed from my husband for the first time in over a year.

He sighed. "That feels good …" His legs over the ...