Tali's POV
He's staring down at me with eyes shifting from ice-blue to silver as if man and wolf are fighting for dominance. It should scare me, but I find the obvious presence of his wolf strangely comforting.
Maybe comforting isn't the right word.
But I'm not as afraid of the wolf as I am of the man, which no doubt is because of my Uncle.
The cruelest things my Uncle, and the rest of my pack did to me, were always when they were human, not wolves. It's not in their nature to torture you as a human would.
We stare at each other as the large rainfall showerhead continues to hit mostly Dayne's back. Bit by bit my fear recedes when he does nothing more than watch me.
But just like when I first caught sight of him before the moon-blessing ceremony, my eyes snag on his short dark beard.
