Page 37 of Cree & Dawn and the Wolf

“You’re not going to let any of us live, are you?” Larkin called out.

“Your men are not dead… YET,” Cree shouted. “Now let my wife and Lynall go.”

“It’s not worth it. Let’s go,” Larkin said, seeing a shadow emerge from the fog. “We leave now!”

Penn turned, grabbed the dagger at Larkin’s waist and slit his throat, then he turned back and reached out, giving Dawn a powerful shove as he ripped Lynall away from her, and sent Dawn tumbling to the ground.

Dolan hurried to help Dawn up as a furious roar broke through the fog once again.

“I’m going to kill you!” Cree screamed as his shadow rushed through the fog toward Penn.

Dolan threw out his arm to stop Cree from going any further and Cree turned a furious glare on him.

“Leave him to Lord Tiernan,” Dolan said. “They are old friends.”

“I will not leave Lynall with him,” Cree said, his wife’s eyes pleading with him to help the healer.

“Lynall has served her purpose. Penn no longer needs her,” Dolan said, easing Dawn into her husband’s arm. “Leave the wolves to deal with him.” He nodded, looking beyond Penn.

Cree saw endless pairs of yellow eyes and one pair of green eyes glowing through the fog right behind Penn.

Dolan looked directly at Penn. “Let her go. You got what you wanted.”

“When I lead this pack, Dolan. You will be the first to go.” Penn sneered.

“You always were a fool, Penn,” Dolan said. “Release Lynall so you can have your fabled victory.”

Penn shoved Lynall toward Dolan as he stepped forward to catch her before she could fall.

“Time for all of us to return to the keep,” Dolan said, keeping hold of Lynall. “Follow me.”

“Where is Sim?” Lynall asked anxiously.

“Gone to end your problem once and for all,” Dolan said.

Cree lifted his wife in his arms and kissed her brow. “I cannot wait to go home.”

Dawn nodded and patted her chest, then rested her head on her husband’s shoulder.

They hadn’t taken that many steps when the snarling and growling wolves in a vicious fight could be heard echoing through the woods.

CHAPTER 11

Dawn snuggled suggestively against her husband, the thin shift she wore barely a barrier to her nakedness.

Cree snagged his wife in a tight embrace, keeping her pressed flat against his side. “We will not couple even though my shaft disagrees and continues to ache me. It has been too long for us both and that will result in my giving you a good pounding?—”

She smiled and nodded, the thought appealing.

“Nay, we will not take the chance. The fog has lifted these last two days, and you have healed nicely thus far. I will not take the chance of disturbing your wounds and delaying our departure. I want to go home and once home I will pound you until you are well satiated.”

She shrugged and traced a cross on her chest.

“Aye, I promise to pound you relentlessly,” he said with a chuckle.

A knock sounded at the door and Cree called out, “Enter.”

Olwen walked in with Dawn’s garments draped over her arm. “They have been washed and dried, and are ready to wear, my lady. No scent lingers on them.” She draped the garments overa nearby chair. “The morning meal is waiting, and Lord Tiernan will be joining you, and your horse will be made ready for you.”

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