She knew they wouldn’t hurt her, just as she’d known the same that night by river. “Why do they always come when I’m in danger?” “They are yours,” Auryon answered as the wolves rubbed against Tessa. She was short, but they were huge. Their heads easily came to her waist, and Tessa tentatively sank her fingers into dark fur. “Why do you think they are mine?” she asked. “Again, not a good time for questions,” Auryon said. “Let’s go.”
