Chapter Ten
The smell of coffee greets Max’s nose. Doodie lifts the wolf skin from his torso. The immediate chill of morning air is countered with the pleasant sensation of a warm chamois cloth. The horrid remnants of the dead wolf are removed, Max having slept all night with the glands atop his stomach. In the darkness, Max did not realize the spattering of blood he received when Luda’s swift knife ended the attack.
The incident spurred strange dreams. Watching a woman so callously first castrate a beast and then kill it projected such an aura of power, authority. Luda didn’t think twice, never hesitated, did not even consider first shooing away the animal with a cry of warning. No, instead she instantly turned the predator into prey. One moment the dauntless wolf was about to devour th
