Chapter 6A commotion outside woke Conner from a deep sleep and he sat up. At his side Ciaran growled angrily.
“Thieves.” The word was little more than a snarl from Ciaran.
“They’ll be stealing the cows.” Conner grabbed his britches quickly and began to pull them on. He expected Ciaran to do the same but as he looked across at his lover, it was the black wolf that returned his gaze. “Wait for me.” Conner shouted out as Ciaran trotted to the stairs.
Pausing long enough to grab his stick, Conner ran out with Ciaran at his heels. He was right about the thieves. They were indeed trying to steal his cattle, those that were his wedding gift from Ciaran’s father.
But it seemed the cattle, so docile with him and Ciaran, had no intention of being stolen. They were making the ruckus and resisting
