"Excuse me?" asked outraged Harry, who made a violent movement of recoil. He dragged himself off a few centimeters backward and rose fast.
Emmanuelle retained from now on the top of her blouse. She observed Harry in astonishment to see him react like that.
Harry spun around as the growls of his wolf echoed off the cold stone walls of the room.
Emmanuelle hadn't moved a muscle. Through their bond, she could feel the anger and sadness that filled her beloved's mind:
"Did I say something wrong?" she asked in a whisper.
Harry immediately stopped moving and turned his head sharply to the side to look at her. His shoulders heaved in a jerky rhythm, evidence of the rage that was building inside him:
"A rutting beast? Is that how you see me?" asked Harry coldly.
Emmanuelle dared not support
