Ulf
Laurel crashed through the bush, her white calves flashing under her shift. Even frightened, she gave off a rich perfume that called to the beast. It would gladly chase her for miles, but I grabbed her before she did herself harm.
“Naughty one. What did I tell you about roaming through the forest?”
She stilled as she recognized my voice. I turned her so she could see the contempt on my face. Too late I realized she would have a clear view of my scars, but she didn’t wince at their ugliness in the harsh light of day.
“What did I tell you?” I shook her, fear making me angry. Another hour, she might have strayed out of our protection. I knew she would run. I was waiting for it. I just hoped she would’ve waited until she was stronger, and the threat of our enemies no more.
Without wai
