*Blake*
All I want is to bury myself, bury myself in she-wolf after she-wolf, bury myself and forget… forget what I can’t remember.
So why the bloody hell don’t I turn my horse in the direction of the nearest village where I can find a tavern and a willing wench? Why am I riding into the countryside like I have the devil on my tail, where I will find no solace ? Because I can’t sleep with another she-wolf when the mother of my child is smelling so enticing and smiles so sweetly and laughs so softly.
It was the laugh that had done me in. I desperately want to remember hearing it before. Had we laughed in bed? Had she been comfortable with our intimacy?
Only one night. I need to ask her why.
Had I left her feeling abandoned while I flitted on to another flower, or had the roar of cannons t
