I walked on four legs over to where Ronan was crouched next to Mr. Gundy. He looked at me with wide green eyes surrounded by thick, copper eyelashes. He stared at me directly for a full-on minute before he c****d his head and looked down. Like he remembered he had to show me he was submissive. He reached a hand out and touched my forepaw.
"Hurry, Maria. They'll be here in a minute." I nuzzled his cheek and licked the scratch the Wendigo had given him. I bent my head and tended the wounds on his chest as well. It had angered and scared me to see his blood spilled. He froze in place then ever so carefully, he stroked my head twice. His expression was pained. Had I offended him? I was embarrassed by my behavior. Maybe Werewolves didn't lick people or something? I didn't know. Too late now, a
