Lord Duncan lay in his bed, holding Clarissa to his chest. She was fully clothed but he had a bare chest. He loved this feeling, whatever it was. He was beginning to feel responsible for her wellbeing but it wasn't anything fatherly. Something he once felt for Renie. The cute little creature looked so innocent and pretty as it slept. He stroked her hair and then her face. He wondered if she remained as beautiful when she shifted into a wolf.
Gently, lifted her head off his arm and lowered it gingerly onto the bed while he supported himself on his elbow, watching her intently. At one time, she roused like she would wake up but she didn't open her eyes. He lay low, still watching her as her chest rose and fell gently. Her breathing was quiet and she looked serene. Her face was still bru
