Brandt understood. He lay still while she cleaned his wounds and her scent healed his memories. At last he placed his arms around her neck, his tanned naked skin dark against her white fur. He rose and picking her up, lay down on the bed using his fingers to soothe and stroke the silk of her fur. Eventually they both fell into an exhausted sleep.
A soft knock at the door woke him. His arms continued to hold his mate's wolf form. Brandt watched the door open a crack and Samson stuck his head slightly inside. He then stood back out of sight not closing the door, just waiting.
Carefully Brandt released her and got up gathering his pants from the floor. The injury on his thigh was painful and the pants made it worse. He left the room quietly closing the door behind him. He followed Sam to Dm
