Tristan scoffs, "Well don't look at me! You're the one who stowed her here not hours before. Are you certain this is the right place?"
Malcolm shakes his head slowly, eyes filling with dread. "No..." The word escaped his lips like the last breath of a dying man. "This cannot be... 'twas here I left Lady Brenda to weather her metamorphosis in blessed solitude."
He scented the air, nostrils flaring desperately. But Brenda's familiar jasmine fragrance had faded to a mere wisp amid the myriad forest scents. Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath.
"Oh, brilliant work capturing your mate, brother dearest," he sneered. "Just marvellous! Barely turned and already that delicate wildflower has fled her captor's den—a newborn wolf has gone loping off into the night whe
