Ares lay back beside me on the furs and the dim flickering light in the tent cast shadows which danced across his sculpted body.
He was relaxed with his hands behind his head and he seemed to have decided that he would be making my shelter his bed for the night.
I sat quietly and swept my hair around one shoulder so that I could braid it loosely again. It reached my hips now and I should have cut it shorter for practical reasons a long time ago, but even if I was not a real white wolf I felt it was my best feature.
“Have you made your decision yet, white wolf? We will be leaving in the morning with or without you, and I would like an answer sooner rather than later so I can decide what to do with you.”
He hadn’t technically asked me whether I would be joining his pack; he had simply to
