Stefan awoke the next evening decidedly grumpy and completely alone in his room deep below the house.
Although all the bedrooms possessed tinted windows and shutters heavy enough to protect a werewolf from the sun, Stefan felt more comfortable among the dark tunnels that ran beneath the vast estate.
And, of course, it was the only certain means of guaranteeing that he didn't give in to temptation and return to the bed of his aggravating guest.
How was a mere werewolf supposed to understand such a strange creature, he brooded as he soaked in Van's large tub, and then spent nearly a half hour braiding his wet hair.
They had shared the most intimate of embraces. Amelia had screamed in fulfilment as he had taken her very essence into his body. They had been as one. Bound as only a werewolf
