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BatayonтАЩs ear toward his pulsing carotid artery was a fascination for her
dilated gaze.
BatayonтАЩs world narrowed to that pair of wolf-blinded eyes. There was a
hint of yellow around her violet pupils, as if the eyes were no longer
completely hers, but partly belonged to the wolves.
Tear. Slash. Taste the blood in your teeth.
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Silver Moons, Black SteelтАФHarper, Tara K - Wolf 05


He started to suck in a breath, but her hands became steel on his neck.
Slowly, carefully, like hauling in a ketch with a thread, he took air into
starved lungs. For months, Dion had been running with the wild wolves, not
with the partner wolf who knew humans. She was too close, too full of the
Gray Ones. They gnawed the inside of her skull as she poised, they licked
her lips with her tongue, tensed with her muscles, snarled in her throat. It
was not Dion who hung above him; it was the wolf pack in the distance.
Batayon knew all thisтАФ was slammed with the realization in that fractional
time before her hand tightened, before her nails dug fatally into his flesh,
before the wolf in her was loosed. With that flash of knowledge, he
recentered himself with the same lightning speed.
His brown eyes projected the calm he forced himself to feel. He let the
tension leech from his muscles so that the change from resistance to no
threat was fast, silent, soothing.
Dion felt the challenge in his body fade. Felt the intensity of the moment
shift. Felt the hammer of his pulse steady beneath her fingers where her left
hand had clawed for his artery. She sucked in a breath. The wolves in her
headтАФten, twelve of the wild onesтАФblurred her vision between the man on
the training mat and the indigenous eerin that had been downed by the
wolves barely two kilometers away. The two kays of distance were not a
barrier to Dion. Even across that space, the gray mental voices frayed the
edge of her thoughts as one of the wolves latched onto a haunch of the
dying animal.
Speed. Tear. Yank back.
DionтАЩs hand tightened around BatayonтАЩs throat.
Batayon did not move. He forced himself to watch her with that smooth,
calm expression.
She dragged in another breath. She could partly see him now, his brown-
gray hair damp and curled, his brown eyes steady as he waited for her to
regain control. Control. Woman. Not wolf. But she could feel the bodies,
the iron-hard muscles, as the wolves leaped and dodged the eerinтАЩs
desperately tossing horn. Fur ruffed on broken branches, icy mud squidged
up between toes, musk and blood odors clogged her nose. Lupine hunger-
lust leaked through her mental shield like a sieve, and her chest knotted as a
Gray One slashed the distant eerinтАЩs flank. Batayon did not move. Dion

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Silver Moons, Black SteelтАФHarper, Tara K - Wolf 05