Much later I stood guard over our beloved while Samuel was gone. I watched her sleep, noting the fall of raven dark hair, the cheeks pale as moonlight.
Mine, said the wolf, and I wanted to agree. She was ours in every way we could make her. We’d bought her from her family a few moons ago, and kept her in our lair, away from the pack. She seemed to accept us. We brought her news of her remaining family--her three sisters thrived in the village. Two moons ago her mother died, we brought her the news. Samuel asked if she wanted to see the grave and Brenna shook her head no.
She’d left her old life, for us. And every time we claimed her, we felt we’d come home. But did she truly belong here?
She is ours. Samuel felt my uncertainty and spoke through the bond.
For as long as we keep her. I r
