THE merciful oblivion of sleep came at last, and when she woke it was morning. For a few bemused moments it was a morning like any other. Then it became the first morning of her marriage to Robinson and first claiming and a prospect to be more dreaded than any yet in her life.
Before now, when she first found out that she was to be mated with him, she had wondered what the first day of their honeymoon would be like. They would have joked and teased and pretended not to be looking forward to its being night again. They would have been behaving the same pair of young lovers as had made love overnight. They wouldn't be the two different people which she and Robinson would be this morning. Last night Robinson had `known' her in the Biblical sense, and claimed her werewolves way, seducing her
