Thirteen:
Horns sounded, waking us from the sexy slumber. I’d seldom slept so soundly while laying against a wall. Aurelia was in the door as I began to dress. Her eyes scanned my porcelain flesh with open lust. There was no putting the lesbian wolf back in her cage. Not after I’d burrowed so deep inside her in more ways than one.
“Hunting horns?”
I asked her, and she nodded in confirmation.
“Yeah, the tribe has always used them. They sound to call together the lycan hunt.”
“No to mention, they are used to call together clan-wide events. Like ceremonies of deep importance.”
Quinn said as he paced into the room. He didn’t stare at my nude top half. He stared into my eyes. His behavior reminded me of monks in the old days. They had the self-discipline to refuse any desire of the flesh
