Moonlight: The Big Bad Wolf (Black Swan 4) by Victoria Danann Page B
Authors: Victoria Danann
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jiggle with a little more enthusiasm.
"Allow me," Ram said. "My wife became very attached to a pack of wolves in my grandfather's forest. 'Tis a nature preserve in Northern Ireland. 'Tis uncertain who adopted who, but I suspect the wolves would say they adopted Elora and her dog. To make a long story short, they gave her refuge and protection. She gave them names."
Grey looked amused and turned to Elora. "And you named one of them after me?" She nodded. "Well. It was very nice of you to be thinking of me. Was he alpha?"
Elora's smile was blinding. "He was. Is." Her smile faltered and clouded over as memories flitted across her face. Her eyes started to brim.
Stalkson Grey frowned. "What happened?"
Elora blinked rapidly and sniffed. "He saved my life." She looked down at the baby. "And Helm's. Just a few hours before he was born. But... Don't ask me to retell the story. Please. Some of the wolves..."
Ram interjected, "Some of the wolves were killed that day and she feels responsible because they were tryin' to protect her." Stalkson looked at Elora with renewed interest. "Glen, the kid who was just here... He and I gave them a very fine funeral."
"Here." Elora brightened and jostled Helm so that she could get to her phone. "Look at my puppies. My dog, Blackie, is the father."
Grey looked at the photos, but his amusement had been replaced with a look of displeasure.
"These little ones are half dog?" He was incredulous, a little horrified, not being able to believe that someone would deliberately weaken wolf genetics.
Hearing the prejudice in his tone, Elora was indignant on Blackie's behalf. "The bitch came in heat. There were rival wolves, but my dog won her fair and square."
The werewolf studied Elora's face for a few seconds and then looked down at the photos again. "You do know those are not your puppies, don't you?"
"Oh yes. I just call them that. I'm not going to keep more than one or two."
"You..." He was going to tell her that she couldn't own wild creatures, not even half wild creatures, but Elora held her hand up to look at the phone. "That's Farnsworth. Whister's on the roof pad and waiting for you."
Grey hesitated and then rose to leave. He wasn't sure he could change her mind in under a minute. She seemed to have a strong point of view.
Ram asked if he knew the way and offered to escort him. The werewolf king more or less snorted at the suggestion that he didn't know where he was, after he'd been given a tour. He shook hands with Ram, nodded at Elora and drew a collective feminine sigh in the mess as he walked past.
The combination of his beautiful hair pulled back in a leather thong and his muscular athleticism, common to natural predators, gave him an air of danger and a graceful economy of movement that was irresistibly appealing. He turned heads but either didn't care or was oblivious.
Without a segue way that made sense to anyone except Elora, she turned back to Ram. "You know, I've been thinking the past couple of days about Litha and her interdimensional slippage."
"Storm says 'tis called 'ridin' the passes', whatever that means. But what about it?"
She handed Helm over to his dad who had finished eating so that she could try and eat, if not enjoy, wilted asparagus under cold Hollandaise sauce. "Well..." She looked up at him through thick reddish-brown lashes.
Ram's eyes widened a little and he started shaking his head. "No. No. No. No. No." She smiled. He shook his head again. "No. I mean it. No."
"I'm not saying now. Maybe after Helm is grown? I want... Maybe I kind of need to find out what happened with the Ralengclan, find out if any of my family survived." She trailed off.
Ram looked thoughtful. "After Helm is grown?" She nodded. "So, is he to be an only elfling then?"
Elora sighed deeply as she looked around. "Depends on what happens with the IBD I guess. I'm not bringing more babies into a life of captivity. Growing up in military secure quarters?" She pressed her lips together
"Allow me," Ram said. "My wife became very attached to a pack of wolves in my grandfather's forest. 'Tis a nature preserve in Northern Ireland. 'Tis uncertain who adopted who, but I suspect the wolves would say they adopted Elora and her dog. To make a long story short, they gave her refuge and protection. She gave them names."
Grey looked amused and turned to Elora. "And you named one of them after me?" She nodded. "Well. It was very nice of you to be thinking of me. Was he alpha?"
Elora's smile was blinding. "He was. Is." Her smile faltered and clouded over as memories flitted across her face. Her eyes started to brim.
Stalkson Grey frowned. "What happened?"
Elora blinked rapidly and sniffed. "He saved my life." She looked down at the baby. "And Helm's. Just a few hours before he was born. But... Don't ask me to retell the story. Please. Some of the wolves..."
Ram interjected, "Some of the wolves were killed that day and she feels responsible because they were tryin' to protect her." Stalkson looked at Elora with renewed interest. "Glen, the kid who was just here... He and I gave them a very fine funeral."
"Here." Elora brightened and jostled Helm so that she could get to her phone. "Look at my puppies. My dog, Blackie, is the father."
Grey looked at the photos, but his amusement had been replaced with a look of displeasure.
"These little ones are half dog?" He was incredulous, a little horrified, not being able to believe that someone would deliberately weaken wolf genetics.
Hearing the prejudice in his tone, Elora was indignant on Blackie's behalf. "The bitch came in heat. There were rival wolves, but my dog won her fair and square."
The werewolf studied Elora's face for a few seconds and then looked down at the photos again. "You do know those are not your puppies, don't you?"
"Oh yes. I just call them that. I'm not going to keep more than one or two."
"You..." He was going to tell her that she couldn't own wild creatures, not even half wild creatures, but Elora held her hand up to look at the phone. "That's Farnsworth. Whister's on the roof pad and waiting for you."
Grey hesitated and then rose to leave. He wasn't sure he could change her mind in under a minute. She seemed to have a strong point of view.
Ram asked if he knew the way and offered to escort him. The werewolf king more or less snorted at the suggestion that he didn't know where he was, after he'd been given a tour. He shook hands with Ram, nodded at Elora and drew a collective feminine sigh in the mess as he walked past.
The combination of his beautiful hair pulled back in a leather thong and his muscular athleticism, common to natural predators, gave him an air of danger and a graceful economy of movement that was irresistibly appealing. He turned heads but either didn't care or was oblivious.
Without a segue way that made sense to anyone except Elora, she turned back to Ram. "You know, I've been thinking the past couple of days about Litha and her interdimensional slippage."
"Storm says 'tis called 'ridin' the passes', whatever that means. But what about it?"
She handed Helm over to his dad who had finished eating so that she could try and eat, if not enjoy, wilted asparagus under cold Hollandaise sauce. "Well..." She looked up at him through thick reddish-brown lashes.
Ram's eyes widened a little and he started shaking his head. "No. No. No. No. No." She smiled. He shook his head again. "No. I mean it. No."
"I'm not saying now. Maybe after Helm is grown? I want... Maybe I kind of need to find out what happened with the Ralengclan, find out if any of my family survived." She trailed off.
Ram looked thoughtful. "After Helm is grown?" She nodded. "So, is he to be an only elfling then?"
Elora sighed deeply as she looked around. "Depends on what happens with the IBD I guess. I'm not bringing more babies into a life of captivity. Growing up in military secure quarters?" She pressed her lips together
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