12
As the moon rose over the dark earth, I reached out to the pack, calling them back from where they’d scattered. In the morning, they’d return to rescue Samuel, Brenna and I from the pit, but this night, this one magical night, was ours and ours alone.
Brenna stood in Samuel’s arms, caressing his face in wonder. He pulled her up against him, and I stepped close enough to press myself against her back. She sighed and quivered between us and our questing hands. We couldn’t stop touching her, running our hands down her smooth flesh, unharmed.
“You didn’t run,” Samuel said in awe. “You didn’t run.” She pressed her cheek into his palm.
We sank to the floor. I held Brenna in my arms as Samuel used a claw to split her dress from neck to knee. When it parted it released her gorgeous sc
