She knew it came from her, but couldn’t make herself stop. Her world had changed from pleasure beyond anything she had ever imagined to a nightmare of fear.He lay so still. She couldn’t feel anything from him and panic threatened to overwhelm her. Why couldn’t she have left well alone? She had almost begged him to make love to her and now she had killed him.She ran her trembling hands over his silky fur.“Please,” she murmured. “Please, Connor, be alive.”If he was dead, then so was she.His body was still warm. She crawled around him and put her face close to the great jaws. For a moment, she felt nothing. Despair flooded her. She was beyond tears, but dry heaving sobs racked her.She hugged him, burrowing her face in his coat.And against her cheek, she felt the faintest of heartbeats.She didn’t move for a long time. The day faded, the night drew in around her, and the cold crept into her body. The only warmth came from the great beast she held. Finally, when his heartbeat improved to a steady thud, she crawled onto her hands and knees and pushed herself to her feet.The wolf didn’t move as she pulled on her clothes.
