In the morning Brance found himself curled around Caleb in their tent. Before he opened his eyes, he knew he was human again—his heartbeat was no longer the racing muscle that pounded in his chest as a cat. Fingers, not paws, twined through Caleb’s shaggy hair, and one long leg bent at the knee to drape over his lover’s hip.
Beyond the confines of the small tent they shared, the noises of the forest were gone, replaced with a calm quiet Brance knew to be deceiving. Somewhere out there three men cleaned their guns, waiting for nightfall. Brance wasn’t sure what to do about that—Caleb’s suggestion of talking to the men was laughable, at best, but should they pack up and plunge deeper into the mountains? How much distance could they put behind them in one day’s time? Or should they stay put,
