THE FORGOTTEN ONE (That has been forgotten)

The Forgotten

Ronda Thompson - 2006 (Story: Book - Love at First Bite)

summary

Lady Anne Baldwin wants to break free from the shackles of what is appropriate. When she meets the mysterious Merrick, whose eyes glow like a wolf, she can get more than what you want. 01

Blackthorn Manor, England, in 1821

Lady Anne Baldwin has a reputation. And it is not of good, or rather, is one of the best. They say she is gentle and sweet, polite, and gentle as a lamb most of the time. She tried hard all his life to be a nice child to his aunt and uncle who suddenly found themselves with the burden of an orphaned child when they had decided not to have children of their own.

But sometimes, Anne did not feel like being nice. Tonight was one of those times. She sneaked out of the mansion in the middle of the night to ride across the moors. Something extremely forbidden to her since childhood.

A midnight ride was not something so bold, not once Blackthorn Manor in Yorkshire was very isolated and she doubted she could find someone ... but maybe she could find something.

They said there were still wolves traversing the sparse forests surrounding Blackthorn Manor. The night was dangerous. And it was the prospect of looking at it face to face which made Anne's heart beat faster, your blood vibrate through the veins. A wild feeling led to the path of rebellion. Anne herself was bored, and thought that others should consider it very boring.

Nobody invited since settled in the country residence. In three months, she would twentyone years and no one had asked her hand. All because she was boring, Anne thought. But she vowed to change that ... at least for one night.

The stable was dark and empty. Anne did not think to bring a candle or flashlight. Being poor was news to her, or she supposed it would not have wasted no time in putting a modest riding habit, socks, boots appropriate or arresting the hair. She should have left the house with her hair loose, wearing only a sweater. The fact of not having done so disappointed in the.

Storm, his horse, startled Anne screamed when a length.

- Quiet! - Anne whispered. - You should not wake the set of the stable. Let's go for an adventure.

A brake was hanging on a hook near the bay. Even in the dark, Anne had no difficulty in finding it, and then slide it on the head of Storm. A saddle would be much more difficult. She would have to go to the depot and probably keep searching until you find a suitable. Dare to ride bareback? If you do so, she would need to ride with one leg on each side.

Once, when he was twelve years old, she told her old groom, Barton, she wanted to ride astride like a man. Barton's own horse almost fell into shock. He said that a young lady should never embrace the horse between his legs. He said it was not appropriate. But it was a night for courageous actions and decided that Anne would ride bareback. She also decided that I would to loose hair, dressed only in their underwear.

Lifting her arms, she let the staples of the hair, allowing the thick mass fell around her shoulders. With a greater fear she went to the buttons on the front of their modest dress riding. She struggled to undress themselves would not lead to rebellion a little beyond measure, then realized that this was a sobering thought, and she did not want any of them tonight.

After Anne got rid of her dress, she shivered in the night air. Groping in the dark, she found a stool, lifted her petticoat and balanced one foot on it. He took his boot and rolled the delicate middle leg below.

She was in the process of removing the other when the first sensation was strange. That someone was watching her. Chills went through his arms. She looked around in the dark and deserted barn. Storm snorted and moved into his stall, like the mare also felt something strange in the air. - Is anyone there? - Anne whispered.

No answer.

- Calm down, girl! - She calmed the horse. Anne suspected that the animal had suddenly felt his own fear and simply react to it. She looked around again and saw nothing ... but wait, she saw something. Along the bays up front she saw a pair of bright eyes.

Her heart raced. What was that? A wild animal? But this could not be unless he was perched on something, because the eyes were not close to the ground, but much higher. A flint hit. A small flame moved to the tip of a cigarette and for a very brief time to identify features revealed the presence that was with her was at least human.

- You're a horse thief?

The breath that Anne was holding out in a sigh of relief. - You scared me. - She said. Whoever the man she did not recognize his voice. - Who are you?

He did not answer, instead she felt his eyes roamed to. Anne knew that was impossible. He certainly could not see her better than she saw.

- I'm the new boss hostler. - He finally replied.

She heard her uncle mention that hired a new man to drive his impressive stable. Although sheep farming was the best they could do on the ground, Uncle Theodore had a weakness for horses and boasted the best. Should be present to groom new boss? Good manners dictated that it was the right thing to do, but he would denounce the? Anne knew that her

guardians, the Count and Countess, consider their behaviour that night inexcusable. They could prevent her to attend the barn or riding. What difference would it make if she lied? He could not see her. - I am Lady Anne, ah, her maid. - She said. - I thought I'd go out for a night ride.

- Wearing nothing but skin and silk?

Heat flooded her face. As he knew she was just underwear? He should have heard her moving and somehow deduced that she was undressing. - Lent the lady's riding habit, but I better not use it.

- You do not talk like a servant.

Damn, she was so no ability to deceive as to bad. Anne should have thought to mimic the cockney accent of most created. He spoke with a different accent too. His Rs were a bit loaded. Scottish?

- My lady insists that my manners are those of well-born, even though I'm not. - She explained.

- And where are you going? Find your lover? You undressed to save time?

Again the fact that he knows that she was wearing only underwear left Anne nervous. Your plans should be abandoned now, considering everything. - I changed my mind on the night tour. - She said. - I gather my things and go home.

The glowing tip of the cigarette fell to the ground. Disappeared seconds later, Anne assumed under his boot.

- No need to go ... no.

What he meant by that? Anne searched for his clothes in the darkness. When he straightened, she felt him behind her. His heat penetrated his skin cold. He passed her hair over one shoulder. - Your lover will be sorely disappointed.

The familiarity of it to her impressed, or Anne surmised that this was the reason to see if rooted in place. - I do not care one bit. - She managed, her voice breathless.

So soft and his lips rubbed the side of his neck. - So it does not matter to me too small.

A shiver ran down her spine. His face flamed. - What you think you're doing? - She asked, her voice firmer.

- I do not think I'm doing anything. - He replied. - I know what I'm doing.

He pulled her against him. Shocked, Anne dropped the clothes he was holding. His body ... he whole damn hard. He was taller than her, so she could judge. Higher. Greater. Stronger.

- Insist that let me go this instant. - She warned. - I'm not the type that ... - Anne abruptly stopped talking. She told him that she was a servant, not corrected when he assumed she was going to find her lover. She lied to him. What should he do now?

- You know how sweet is your scent?

The depth of his voice made the hairs on your arm stand up. Anne had never heard a voice like his. Deep, yet gentle, rhythmic. It was hypnotic.

- I wonder if you also taste so good.

Slowly his hands went toward her ribs. Anne swallowed audibly, but did not fight again. She was not sure she had been hypnotized or was frozen with fear. His hands stopped just below the volume of their breasts. A second later he clutched. Anne gasped. No man dared to touch her intimately before. She turned her head to protest, but he captured her mouth before she can say anything. While his mouth boldly claimed hers, the smell hit him almost as physically as his touch.

It was a physical smell of musk, male, mesmerizing. The smell filled my head with visions of naked bodies entwined on rumpled sheets - smooth skin sweat and whispers calm. She moaned softly against his lips, and without split up, he turned to face him. His mouth pressed hers until she opened for him. Then his tongue slid inside.

Anna had never felt a man's tongue inside her mouth and if anyone told you that men were wont to do such a thing, she would have thought it was disgusting. But it was not disgusting. The slow invasion left her breathless. He tasted of mint and a hint of tobacco. The smell of it obscured his mind as well as his mouth worked against her and messed with feelings she had never felt before. What was happening to her? Why did not she away? The bite, do whatever it takes to get rid of it? Why she did not want to do this?

- Please! - She murmured.

- Please, what? Do this? - He stopped kissing her long enough to press his hot mouth against her ear, nibbling the lobe. His thumbs rubbed her nipples and sent shocks that reached the centre of her femininity. Her knees trembled under the petticoats. She felt pain in places that they should not hurt. None of this should be happening.

Sin had come to live in his stable and Anne was allowing him to play with her. She wanted to do something bold tonight, but I never imagined this. She shook her head, trying to clear his mind. It was as if he had cast a spell on her and she could not break free. But she had to.

- You are taking liberties. - She managed to say, and thank God his voice sounded stronger. - I take what I can. - He argued. - I take what you give me and I will give you everything you want in exchange.

It took more strength than Anne had to get away from him. His hands released her breasts, and yet they throbbed because of his touch. - And what do you have for me? - She asked, her voice too snobby to be a servant. It was, in fact, a tone that Anne never used. She was not the type who snubbed the servants.

The man approached and pulled her back into his arms. - Enough to satisfy a little thief who had a date night with your lover. Enough to bet that you will return for another session tomorrow night.

His lips pressed hers, innocent or not, Anne thought she understood what he had given her. She also understood that what he offered was too much. Created for a night and she had been attacked and kissed for the first time in his life, touched in places where no man dared to touch her, and promised her something she had no idea if any woman should or could want. Least Anne thought he knew what he had given her.

- Again, what do you plan on giving me? - She asked, staring at him, though he could not see any feature of his face.

He bent over her. - Pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. You wanted a night ride. I'll give you one which you will not forget.

When she swallowed, Anne was very embarrassed to hear the thud that sounded in the silence. No other man had dared to speak to her in such terms. - You are arrogant. - She said.

- Only confident. - He argued. - There is a good mattress straw in the haystack upstairs. - He ran his mouth down her neck and she shivered. - Come with me. Anne had funded the poor for too long. But she could not think when he was so close, when he exuded the smell intoxicating, when he whispered words into her ear. She realized that she wants to go to the barn with him. Whatever it was he was doing to her, she wanted more. But Anne was not a servant of truth, she was a young lady, and she was about making a mistake that could ruin the rest of your life. She found the good sense to stay away from him and stepped back.

- I have to go home. Maybe some other created appear in a moment and you can try your luck with it.

He pulled her back into his arms. - I do not want no other. She would not be as beautiful as you are to me. Or would smell as sweet, and taste so good, or burn down my hunger like no woman could before.

Anne had already received praise from men, but never one so bold. This man was obviously trying to seduce her. And was getting. She was very close to surrender. His will, usually so strong for its own good, seemed to melt in his arms. This was ridiculous and she had already taken the game too far.

- If you do not step aside and allow me to leave, I'll scream. - She said.

The man retreated as suddenly she shook him by the lack of heat. Her eyes had become accustomed to the darkness enough to realize the whiteness of his shirt. He seemed to be leaning against a stall.

- Do not shout, small. I never intended to keep her against her will. I thought it was fun looking. Just thought I'd provide it.

Something in him so lazy, in the calm he displayed when his nerves were stretched, her senses more enhanced than ever were in life greatly unnerved. - You are very helpful. - She attacked, and felt an unreasonable invasion of jealousy. Jealousy of herself? She was confused and needed to get away from the devil and its intoxicating.

Anne quickly bent down and retrieved her things. - You take care of the horse - she instructed automatically, then realized that his tone was that of a person accustomed to giving orders and have to be fulfilled. - I mean, please - she added. - I put the brakes on it.

His teeth flashed white in the darkness. - I'll take care of it. - He said. - And I'm thinking that on another night, I'll take care of you too.

She wanted to discuss the matter with him, but Anne had spoken much in his presence. He could not recognize his face in the light of day, but if she continued to talk to him, he could recognize his voice.

As much as she wanted to hurry up, keep your head high as if the last observation it does not affect her, Anne had no choice but to move slowly through the darkness of the barn. She felt his eyes watching her. Good God, who was this man who could so easily make a woman's mind to turn into porridge with nothing but the sound of your voice, the touch of his lips and his strange smell? She pitied the poor maids who surely would cross his path in the days ahead ... or is that "sorry" was the right word?

Anne came to the door without falling flat on his face and hurried out. She needed fresh air to clear your head. She was bitten in the neck and knew he was still watching. The temptation to turn and look at him in the moonlight almost won. If she saw his features, so he would also be able to see it.

Tomorrow Anne had to pretend I had never seen the man who almost seduced tonight. Pretend it never felt his mouth moving against her, the brush of his fingers on his skin, he had never heard the sound of his voice hoarse. That night she told her first lie. Anne surmised that tomorrow she would have to try acting.

02

It was early the next morning when Anne found. Her eyes were swollen from lack of sleep. She lay awake a long time thinking about him when he reached the safety of her bed. Her lips were swollen and she also knew why. Lost in thought, she was sitting quietly taking breakfast with his uncles when a stranger entered the room. Anne had never seen the man, but instantly recognized.

His nostrils flared, his heart skipped a beat and the hair on his neck stood on end. The man did not look in his direction, but passed her going toward his uncle.

- You sent for me, my lord?

Her uncle wiped his mouth on his napkin. - Yes, I thought I should meet my niece. She attends the much more stable than the Countess and I think appropriate, but by doing so she decided to arrange a presentation. You should know who she is and how it should be treated when visiting the stable to ride.

The new groom chief nodded. It was a dark head. His hair was as black as a moonless night. Reached his shoulders and were thick and curled around the collar. Her eyelashes were equally black and thick, covering his eyes until he looked in her direction. Anne forgot to breathe. He pinned her with icy blue eyes and she could not form any thought. He stared at her and she helplessly stared back.

Slowly, the rest of his features was coming into focus. High cheekbone, jaw carved grooves around the mouth ... a mouth framed by a gentle hand when nothing in his appearance could track any tenderness. He was big and broad and beautiful. And for a moment, she thought she had seen him somewhere before, but I knew it could not be. - My niece, Lady Anne Baldwin. - The voice of Uncle managed to penetrate the fog in his head - Lady Anne, this is our new boss hostler, Merrick.

- Lady, - the head groom said softly.

Anne knew I had to respond. She could not call him by name. It was very intimate. Lord ....? -She let her voice trail off.

His eyes never strayed from it. - Only Merrick. I have no surname. I was born on the wrong side of the blanket. Miss can call me by first name.

She simply nodded, but refused to do so.

- I'll tell you what I tell everyone who works for me. - Her uncle stopped. - You should treat my niece with the utmost respect. She spends a lot of time riding and hiding in the barn when you know your aunt and I do not necessarily approve of her taste for such things. We give in to her wishes here in the country where it does not make much difference. But being in charge, I hope you watch, and of course keep the proper distance between you while you are doing.

- Uncle! - Anne was embarrassed by his instructions and his ruthlessness in front of her.

He raised his hand. - A man should know his place, Anne. Sometimes a man must be put in place so you do not forget it.

- Really, dear - Aunt Claire disturbed. - You need to embarrass the girl in the morning? I am sure that our new man knows very well his place, is not, Merrick?

As if reluctant, look groom's head is turned away from Anne to her aunt. - I've been put in my place enough times to know it, milady. - He said.

- Interesting. - The look of Aunt Claire come. - You have an English name, and a Scottish accent.

- My mother was Scottish. - He explained. - I grew up listening to her talk, so naturally speak like her. Whoever my father, he asked her to give me an English name. Not his, look, whatever, but one Christian name English.

- That's all, Merrick. - Anne's uncle cut, dismissing the man. - My niece rides every morning at ten o'clock. The horse it is the bay mare in the stable five. Make sure the horse is ready to Lady Anne.

Anne could not ride this morning. Was out of the question. She needed time to compose himself. - I will not ride today. - She revealed. - I'm not feeling well. - She explained her aunt and uncle, who looked surprised by his statement.

- I would like to have a word with her maid.

Anne's eyes turned in the direction of new head groom. - What?

- Her maid - he repeated. - I would like to talk to her.

- The old Berta? - Aunt Claire frowned. - Why do you want to talk to her? She probably could not hear half of what you said. She is getting completely deaf with advancing age.

The new head groom did not seem surprised. He knew. Anne suspected that he knew all along. But how was it possible? He could not have seen it last night. She failed to see him in the darkness.

- Forget it, then. - He said. - I assumed that the lady took the maid to ride with her and wanted to ask the woman what she would like to use horse but if the lady is old ... - You'll be riding with my niece. - Instructed her uncle. - At least until I choose a more suitable groom. The old groom it is no longer with us. Ride with Lady Anne, but at an appropriate distance behind it, of course.

- Of course. - He said, and Anne noticed a hint of sarcasm behind his cold expression. It was the working class. But not like that. Not at all.

- That's all, my lord? - He asked her uncle.

- You are excused. - Uncle Theodore replied, returning to breakfast. - Do not forget my instructions regarding the young gray mare.

The groom head turned to leave. Anne was curious about everything that happened in the stable. The young grey mare was particularly one of your favourites, but belonged to his uncle. - What has the grey mare?

Merrick, as he had instructed to call him, hesitated, looking towards her uncle. - This matter does not concern her. - He said to the man. - Go now to deal with your affairs, or rather my affairs - her uncle that with a laugh.

The mood Uncle Theodore failed to snatch a smile Merrick and Anne found herself wondering how it would look when smiled. Soften the hard lines of his face? Merrick left the room and she followed him with her eyes until she realized the interest aunt. Anne blushed and gently turned his attention to breakfast.

- It is very beautiful, her new boss hostler, dear. - Aunt Claire said. - I'm not sure to be a wise choice when we still have a young and beautiful under our roof. It's like putting the fox to guard the chicken coop.

Anne was a bit bothered by her aunt have referred to Blackthorn Manor as belonging to their guardians. The house belonged to the mother of Anne and Blackthorn Manor along with a huge inheritance from the maternal lineage would come to Anne when she did twenty-one years. Still, she said nothing. Anne was sure that was an oversight.

Uncle Theodore had inherited the title of Anne's father, but his father was an earl "naked", since he had no property linked to their county. Out mother Anne who had married beneath her. A love marriage. By not having brothers or male relatives living on the maternal side, the son of Anne, if she ever had one, would become a Marquis.

Uncle Theodore waved. - Once the chickens behave, so too will the fox. - He looked up, exchanging a look peculiar with his wife Anne had trouble interpreting. A warning?

An uncomfortable silence settled at the table. Anne was still curious to know about the young mare and thought that his uncle would be more talkative now that the groom had retired chief. - What are your plans for the young mare? - She ventured again.

- This is not a proper conversation for a young lady. - He said, frowning at her. - None of your account, niece.

- Yes, uncle. - Anne replied obediently, though his refusal to discuss the matter only leave more curious. Maybe she had rushed into his decision to stay locked up at home this morning. The groom chief knew of the plans that his uncle had for the grey mare. If she asked, he would answer, would not you?

- Can I withdraw? - She asked. - Perhaps a short rest now in the morning make me feel a little better.

- Yes, of course you should go lie down a bit. - Aunt said, patting the hand of Anne so distracted a polite response rather than one that showed feelings. She tried not to resent. His uncle became his guardian when her parents contracted a fever abroad and both died, leaving her orphaned at age ten. But she never felt truly loved, not as parents had loved. His uncles were with her in Blackthorn Manor when the news about the death of her parents arrived. They just were.

His father and uncle were brothers. There was no one to welcome Anne, and perhaps if there was, she could at least know that his uncles chose to create it by who wanted it, not because they had to do it. Anne excused himself, got up from the table and went to his room.

The old Berta was dozing in a chair and snoring softly. The riding habit Anne had been put to bed. She could not help the new chief groom forever. Besides, she wanted to ask him about the plans that his uncle had for the young grey mare.

Merrick felt the sweet smell of Lady Anne even before seeing it. He had a gift for smell and vision. Always had, but he obviously could not read the mind of a lady, because of her sudden arrival surprised. He stood in front of the bay of the young grey mare thinking that his new boss was an ignorant man who did not deserve the beautiful horses he owned. He turned and saw Lady Anne at the entrance of the barn. She was dressed to ride.

- Changed your mind?

It was a question that could have two meanings, and the slight flush it he realized she was smart.

- Yes, I decided that I should ride this morning. - She said, stepping inside the dimly lit barn. You would seal my horse?

- That's why I'm here. - He turned away from the bay of the grey mare. - To meet your needs.

The flushing it increased. - It is not necessary that it becomes uncomfortable. You made a mistake last night and we forget that today and keep going.

Merrick stopped before the barn bay mare. He raised an eyebrow. - I made a mistake? Would not have made if you had not lied to me.

But even that was a lie. Merrick had known that she was the niece of the boss last night, still would not have stopped. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Merrick had never reacted so strongly to a woman before, she was a maid or a lady well born. He found Lady Anne Baldwin irresistible.

Her hair was the colour of rich honey colour and when loose, as she had worn last night, they cascaded in waves to the waist. His eyes were a warm brown tone. The eyelashes were long and thick and pale skin as a cream. Some might consider his mouth very generous, but Merrick liked the lips full and juicy. His body was the dream of any man. The lady was not destined to guys like him, but that did not stop Merrick wished.

- I was wrong to have lied. - She admitted, biting her full lower lip. - Be afraid to tell you my uncles what I was doing and I knew they would not be satisfied. I thought they would forbid me to come to the barn and ride.

Judging by what I knew of her uncles, Merrick imagined that they would not be pleased to hear of her acts last night, certainly not his. - So this can be considered our secret. - He put

the brakes on the mare, opened the stall and led bay mare out. He looked at Lady Anne, noting that her chin raised a little.

- I think it would be more advantageous for you than for me.

Merrick suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and stop in front of her. - I'm not so stupid not to know that. There is no need to threaten me, little one.

Anne did not intend to have said that. She had always prided himself on being kind to others, even with those lower class - even those considered outcasts from society. By now she was putting this man in his place? Why he felt threatened by him? Her gaze travelled and she saw the answer. He was dangerous. Being poor was not so difficult after all. It was only necessary to have the correct incentives. The incentive was standing right in front of her now, tall and beautiful as sin, looking at her with the rebels blue eyes.

- I'm not like them. - She insisted. - I'm not a snob.

His gaze swept through from top to bottom. - Yes, you are. - He said. - You just do not know it yet.

She watched him lead Storm to the room saddles and tie. Anne was trying to think of something to say when he passed her, walked to the end of the barn and pulled a black stallion with long legs of his stall. She had never seen a horse before, and in a moment forgot his temper with the head groom.

- It is beautiful. - She sighed. Anne loved horses and was considered a good knowledgeable about them. The stallion was made for speed. His head was small, his thick neck and his long mane and tail were well maintained.

- He is a great horse - Merrick agreed, stopping in front of her so she could caress the silky animal. - But it has pedigree. I took it as a wild colt and tamed for me. I do not know his lineage, the same way you do not know mine. We're both bastards think.

Anne raised an eyebrow. - He resents it as much as you?

Her blue eyes widened in surprise for a moment, as if he expected her to be so intuitive. Then he shrugged. - No, - he said. - But he is too stupid to know the difference. I think he is so blessed.

Realizing that kinship Merrick was a matter of course painful, Anne made no further comment. Instead, she watched as he continued to seal Storm and the black stallion. Merrick moved with a grace that few men, even among the higher-level, possessed. Black pants hugged his hips and his muscular legs to the point of vulgarity. He wore a white shirt, simple but clean, open at the neck, so open in fact that she saw a piece of his chest tan and black hair. For some reason, Anne found it indecent too. Or maybe she just reacted to it improperly.

The dullness of their high boots reminded her that he belonged to the working class and did not have a jack to take care of them during the night. His hair was loose when he appeared at the home during breakfast, but now he had arrested him with a black ribbon. By doing this it just accentuated the sculpted lines of her face and highlighted the blue of his eyes. She had to admit, at that time, he had never seen a man so beautiful as he.

Just looking at it seemed she had butterflies in my stomach. The blood ran through his veins and it was difficult to breathe normally. Oh yes, he was dangerous. Anne had to police themselves near him, which was something she had never had to do before.

- I give you a hand. - Merrick said, and she realized that she was still staring and horses were already sealed and ready.

Fighting a blush, she walked over to where he was waiting Storm. The saddle placed on the back side of the mare made Anne francizes forehead. It was a reminder that his adventure last night had not included the dream of riding astride like a man. His thoughts scattered with hand Merrick circling her waist. They were hot even through light riding habit. He lifted her into the saddle as if she weighed nothing. He looked at her for a moment and their eyes fixed. It takes a great deal of willpower to Anne divert eyes.

Flustered, she led her horse around the great stallion and went out for the day somewhat bleak. Anne was grateful for the fresh air to revive. She wished that Merrick had not been assigned to accompany her in their ridings. She feared nothing good happened to the two spending time together. 03

Trying to concentrate on the ride and forget his companion, Anne took a familiar path through the fields around the north side of the mansion. The thick smell of earth and clean air always made her feel better. Anne was a country girl at heart, though I could feel good also in the city.

- What are the plans for my uncle to the young grey mare? - She spoke over his shoulder, hoping that Merrick was following at a discreet distance as had been commanded to do.

- I remember hearing her uncle say it was not your account.

She turned to find Merrick beside her. Not surprised that he had not followed the instructions of her uncle. Anne suspected that Merrick rarely follow the rules of someone unless their own.

- As my uncle said, I have great affection for horses and stables. The young grey has excellent lines. He will not sell it, right?

Merrick's lips suddenly curled slightly at the corners. - No - he replied. - She's on her period. He wants to cross it.

Anne understood why her refused to discuss the matter with her. Such things were not discussed in the presence of ladies. Always warned her to stay away from the stables at the time of procreation. The new boss hostler looked amused to say something so shocking in her presence. She would not give him the satisfaction of making her blush again.

- Which stallion? - She asked. - I hope not to Ascot, the big sorrel. It is very robust. A foal generated by it would probably be too big for the young mare give birth. I personally would choose Shadow, the stallion charcoal grey. It is smaller and colouring combine, I believe.

When Merrick did not answer, she looked at him. His lips were still curved so that disturbing that attract your look for them, but his eyes shone with a gleam of respect.

- Exactly what I think. - He said. - However, his uncle does not seem the kind of man who appreciates my advice, then do not offer them.

- It's your right, is not it? - Anne asked. - Advise you on such matters? I thought that was the reason for him having it hired to run his stable.

He laughed and she saw a flash of white teeth again. - He hired me to say who has the best. He likes the best, his uncle. Her aunt too, I think.

Now he had crossed the line. Anne raged. His uncles always demanded the best of everything, but that was out of the question.

- This is not a subject with which you are familiar and you should avoid pretending that it is. She chided. - And you supposedly should not be riding at an appropriate distance behind me?

The smile faded from his lips. - When you have me familiar with the track, then will ride quietly behind you, milady. If that is your wish. - He added, as if it were in question.

- Why would not it? - Anne added defensively.

- I never said it would be. - He argued.

- You wonder many things - she huffed. - You should not assume you know me or know what I want or not simply because they made a mistake last night. He arched a dark brow. - This telling me that you did not make a mistake? Might not have bothered me so much in the past I have a wrong idea.

The ease with which he was confused with that Anne felt an irritation that usually it was nonexistent. Instead of arguing with him, she turned her attention to the road, banging heels on the flank of Storm and leaving. Anne let Storm wander, both familiar with the track. Merrick caught shortly after.

Storm was fast, but she doubted that Anne would overcome the black horse. The stallion was bigger and stronger. Anne, however, sat lighter in the saddle. She was feeling the rebellion comes again and pressed Storm to a gallop faster. Ahead, the trail narrowed, leaving behind the open fields and skirting through the trees.

Anne assumed that there was an act of good education to be done, forcing the man to follow her in a dangerous race across a track that he was not familiar, but she suspected that could let you back very easily. He had to be put in his place ... though she had never been the type who really thought of "places" and "putting people in them" before.

Maybe she just wanted to show off. Anne rarely had the opportunity to display their skills rider. The tracks in London, Rotten Raw and the others were boring to her talents. A log was lying just across the trail and she and the mare jumped with ease. Anne deepened their way through the forest trail, always aware that the stable boss and her stallion were glued on the back of Storm.

When the trail widened, Merrick was suddenly beside her. Ahead, the trail narrowed again and she could not let it pass in front of her. This would cause him to be the driver and she a follower. Anne hurried Storm.

Merrick swore then released the reins to allow the stallion had more freedom. The animal lunged forward so quickly that Anne felt sink. His horse was no match for the speed of the stallion. Happened and what Anne wanted to avoid, Merrick went in front in the narrow trail and she was forced to follow instead of lead.

The trail widened again and they came to a meadow. He slowed his horse, and when she stood beside him Merrick approached and pulled Anne saddle. She was so scared as the movement that fought and almost immediately went to the ground. A strong arm was put around his waist and he easily made the stubborn stallion stopped. Merrick Anne let slip to the floor and quickly dismounted.

- What do you think you're doing? - She said aloud, the second made within a few hours after being in his company.

He loosened the reins brake stallion and pulled the animal's excited right away. - I'm doing my job. - Merrick yelled back. - Making sure that you do not break your pretty neck while trying to show off for me and put me in my place.

- I am a very competent horsewoman. - Anne defended. - I thought I had seen it.

Merrick stared. For just a moment his blue eyes softened on it. - I realized. - He said. - But I will not let you get hurt on my first day of work because you wanted to impress me.

Since she kind of admitted he was trying to impress you, Anne saw no reason to deny this fact. - I impressed? - She asked.

A smile formed in the corner of his sensual mouth - You are a skilled horsewoman. - He admitted. - You have a lovely position. You have given me a run pulled over if not for the side saddle. She weighs more.

Anne looked at her horse, the horse had stopped as soon as his conducting was no longer in control of the reins to guide her. - I hate this saddle. - Anne admitted, then boldly announced. - I would like to ride with her legs spread like a man. She hoped his statement the shocked. Even the old Barton was shocked when she said the same thing twelve years. Merrick simply shrugged. - So why not do it?

Of course he would not understand. Anne clarify on the matter. - Not considered suitable for a lady to ride ... ride that way. - She said. - My uncles would never allow it.

Merrick looked around the clearing. - I do not see his uncles.

Anne came dangerously close to smiling. How simple his life was to be compared to her. She envied him at that moment. Anne spent most of her life attentive to all the rules of society in order to please his uncles. In order to gain their love.

- My old groom, Barton, nearly died of shock when I suggested it when I was twelve. Remember Barton brought tears to my eyes. Anne had been very attached to him. - He died last month. I miss him.

Merrick put his finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. His eyes had an expression so soft it melted his heart. Made her guard down - reminding her of the power he had over her last night. Anne pulled away and blinked back tears.

- You must think I'm a fool. - She said, walking towards Storm to grab the reins of the fallen horse.

- I do not know what to think. - She heard behind her. - And I usually know without hesitation.

Anne decided here and now that would restrain their uncontrollable feelings for a man she barely knew. It would be much better if they were just friends. She took a deep breath and turned to face Merrick.

- Can we start over? - She asked. - I feel like we started on the wrong foot with each other.

For some reason, your suggestion made him laugh. Not a genuine smile but a smirk. - You think you can keep me away with an offer of friendship? Do you think it will make me forget his touch, his smell, his taste?

Heat exploded in his face and ran through his body. Anne had never known a man who could not tame with a sample of good manners and an offer of friendship. But she felt that this man was unlike any he had known before. - I believe that had the wrong impression about me.

He walked slowly toward her. - That's where you're wrong, little one. I think I know her more than you know yourself.

When Anne looked at him, tried to appear as calm as he showed before it. - What do you mean?

The softness in his eyes and returned Anne thought that only this term could be more dangerous than the smell it gave off last night in the stable.

- Do you yearn to be something it is not. I understand this very well. You want things you cannot have. I understand that, too. You want to ride your horse with her legs spread like a man, at midnight, wearing only their underwear. What are you running from, Lady Anne? Or are you running hoping to find whatever is missing in your life?

The man had no right to ask you questions so personal. He had no right to assume so much about her. And damn, he did not have the right to know her better than herself, and he claimed. This intimacy between them had to end.

- I want to go back now. - She said with rigor. Anne turned to mount his horse. Merrick was behind her in an instant. His hands closed on her waist. - Yet. - He said. - Not until at least one of us get something you want.

04

Anne turned quickly to face him, almost colliding with him because he was very close. Her eyes went through the dark hair that caused by open collar, rose by broad shoulders, the hair beard covering his chin and face up to the icy blue eyes, but no, they were not cold. The heat returned them. His gaze dropped to her lips and they parted as if he had ordered it. He would kiss her again? What was that something he wanted? And matter what she wanted? Or she wanted the same thing?

He raised a hand, almost touching her hair, then quickly withdrew it. - You wanted to ride astride like a man, and now you will.

Merrick moved away from her and went to his stallion. He desencilhou the horse quickly as she stood staggering attack by his nearness, his lips tingling with anticipation of a kiss that never happened.

- You'll make it this time, is not it? - He asked while carrying the saddle to mount her and putting her down. - I'd hate to have all this work just for you escapulisse and flee as you did last night.

A glint of defiance came into his eyes, but Anne did not find it funny. Have stayed last night was out of the question. No telling what might have happened if she had not regained sense and fled to the safety of home. And without saying how she often wondered exactly what had passed between them if she had not escaped when he did.

- I'll ride with her legs open. - She assured him.

He did not comment, but took the saddle Storm, then placed in a lightweight English saddle mare he used the stallion. Merrick adjusted the stirrups and then turned to her.

- Can mount.

Anne looked at her own dress. - I wish to be with men's trousers. And high boots as it is using.

He put his hands over his heart. - I could not survive such a vision. You have lovely legs, small.

She fought a new flushing. Merrick would have seen her legs? And how he would have gotten to see anything when she had not been able to see more than his silhouette in the darkness? He could not, she assured herself.

- I'm not sure how to proceed. - Anne tried to change the subject. Only to have to bring it back to the surface when looked meaningfully at the skirt of her dress riding.

Merrick made it close with a nod. - Come, I'll help you up, then you will have to make do with the rest.

- And you will not tell anything to my aunt or my uncle about it? - Anne wanted guarantees.

- You have my word.

For some reason, Anne believed him - he was sure he could count on his word. Why, she had no idea. Perhaps the man really had cast a spell on her. She allowed him to help her lift the leg. To sit astride the saddle, she had to bend her skirt around her knees. This left her calves covered by socks exposed to his eyes, but she hoped he did not look. He looked.

- Very good. - He said. - Well as I remembered. Ignoring him, Anne made Storm moved around, wondering at first position with her legs spread on the horse. It took only a few steps to become Anne brave and put the horse at a trot. The feeling was strange, to say the least. Anne decided that a gallop would be less disruptive and soon she was on the way by scrolling riding with legs apart and realizing how cruel it was to make women bestride with side saddles.

She laughed aloud with absolute freedom I felt, looked back and saw Merrick bareback riding behind her. He looked like a barbarian and her heart gave a strange jump in the chest.

- So what do you think? - Merrick asked, quickly reaching.

- It's wonderful. - She replied. - That's the way it should lead the horses. I guess I'll never want to ride side saddle again.

- What about riding in their costumes intimate, bareback, at midnight, the moors? Still courageous enough to do that?

Anne slowed. Merrick would be causing it? - Not with a companion. - She assured him.

He smiled in response. During the breakfast Anne wondered how it would be to see him smiling. She decided it was better not to know. He had a smile that could melt a glacier.

- You would if you had a pair of men's pants and boots?

She raised an eyebrow. - And where do I get it?

He shrugged. - I can get them for you. The boy sweeping bays, Brennan, he is not much bigger than you.

What Merrick said was true. The boy who helped in the barn was only ten, but he was tall for his age. And Anne supposed that his feet were still small. She dare? She wanted to dare last night. But last night proved to be a mistake, and she had the feeling that meet as the new boss hostler in the dead of night for a night ride would be another.

- Can I go alone?

He shook his dark head. - I cannot afford it. You can go if you let me go with you to take care of you.

His suggestion irritated her. If his uncles were not particularly affectionate to people with it, they always made sure she was always good company throughout his life. She wanted the freedom of riding alone.

- No need to take care of me. - She said. - I'm a grown woman, and as you said, an Amazon skilful.

Merrick leaned forward in the saddle and rubbed his chin. - Have you ever rode bareback, then?

Anne frowned. - Well, no, but ...

- When I feel that you know what you're doing, you can go alone and I'll keep your secret.

Anne was not a person of suspicious nature. But it was not as innocent as the day before. Why are you doing this? - She asked.

He looked at her and blinked. - To see you in pants, of course.

She had no idea if he was teasing. Considering what happened between them last night, she thought she should ask. - You will not try to do something like he did last night go? Merrick shrugged. - Probably. It is my nature to grab the young girls who stumble my way through the night. - His expression was perfectly serious.

- So I do not accept.

The serious expression showed that he disappeared and he surprised her with a laugh. Anne did not care that he was laughing at her.

- What's so funny? - She asked with rigor.

He pulled the reins and stopped the horse. Anne did the same. - Last night I did not know who you were. Today I know. This changes everything, small.

Anne ignored the slight stinging sensation he felt in his ego. - You said you would not forget. - She reminded.

The heat came to life in his eyes as he stared. - Oh, surely not forget. But a maid looking for fun with your lover and a lady who just wanted a night ride on his horse are two different things. You're safe with me ... I think.

This was later deliberate that made Anne to be nervous. But this fear was easily overcome by chance to do something she wanted to do for so long. It was a chance she could never have.

- Okay. - She said. - Meet me at midnight in the barn. Keep the clothes with you.

Merrick had to wonder if he took vacation to common sense. Making offerings, keeping secrets, get very close to a woman whom he had no right to go near. Lady Anne was a decent lady. He was a bastard, a groom boss who had a good salary to support a common woman, but not a great lady and the niece of his employer. Not that Merrick was thinking of marrying the tempting Lady Anne, but he was certainly thinking of taking her to bed.

He succeeded his clothes, paid to the stable boy a coin between them and the promise that he would not ask for the new groom boss needed them. He was with the horses saddled and ready. He had everything but a brain in his head. He almost hoped she did not show up. It would be better for both if she regained good judgment and decided that he was not a man who should not even trust their secrets, nor his virtue. She'd probably be right in thinking that, although he always tried to be a man of his word before.

There was very little in life that Merrick took apart his word and his skill with horses. He remembered having given his word to another woman. His mother on her deathbed. She asked that he not go out looking for the past. She asked him to be content with what they received in life. Do not dream about things beyond your reach. And Merrick promised.

Now he was chasing a woman who had no right to chase. Merrick and Lady Anne were different as night and day. Merrick was, in fact, unlike any man she had met. He had strange abilities that even his mother knew. He had his secrets even if she chose not to recognize their differences in most cases. He did not understand their "gifts" or why he had them. He was not sure as gifts. Perhaps, instead, they were a curse.

Although his mind told him it would be better Lady Anne does not appear that night in the stable, Merrick guarded the door to see if she was coming. He wanted her to him, and in doing so was disobeying the word to your mother. He wanted everything promised she did not want. Deep down, he resented that his blood was somewhat blue, but still ran red as the commoner who was.

His mother to rest in peace, had brought to the grave the name of his father. Anyone who has been the man, Merrick resented him a lot. How a man could treat a child like a dirty secret? As an error, easily ignored and then forgotten? While the man was alive, he had made sure of Merrick and his mother had everything, but after his death, it was as if he wanted to bury his secrets with him. Merrick, only one young at that time, and his mother were suddenly forced to accept any service appeared to succeed if sustain. He did not think that made no difference, but he was thinking while he and his mother struggled and starved, somewhere, legitimate children of men were living in the greatest luxury.

Horses have always been a natural thing for Merrick. He knew a good line when he saw one. He knew which horse breed with which to get a good stallion foal. He could take care of the animals, keep them as clean as ride them. He made his name in this profession, although it was not the most sublime of professions and that his name was the first name only. Still, he had learned to be satisfied ... until last night.

He felt full of Lady Anne before she got to the barn. Why did she have to smell that way, like a gumdrop, all soft and sugary and melted in your mouth? Why did she have to be like a thin silk under his calloused hands? Why she had to have a taste of the intoxicating wine, hot and humid? Why she had to rely on his word when his body was moved to life by loving her and he was thinking of breaking his promise?

- Merrick! - She whispered in the dark, and only the sound of his name on her lips almost made him groan.

- Here. - He said, then had to clear his throat hoarseness.

- Did you get the clothes?

- In the room of the saddles. - He replied. - I left them in front of a side saddle. The boots are on the ground near them.

- You'll stay out here while I change?

She still feared him. What proved she was smart as well as beautiful. - Unless you need my help. - He replied.

- I will not need. - She assured him.

- Hurry up then. We do not have all night.

His tortured with abnormal hearing the sounds of it shortly after undressing. The rustle of clothing against the skin. The images forming in his mind. He wanted to see her in the moonlight. See her beautiful face light up with laughter as it had when she had ridden the legs apart before. Why this woman had not been spoken for? Were the men of her social class all stupid? She was everything he wanted in a woman and nothing could have.

- I'm ready.

Lost in thought, Merrick had not paid attention to her approach. He outlined the way in the darkness. If he wanted, if he looked at length and forcefully for long enough, he could see her features clearly, but they needed to get away from the stable.

- I'll help you up. We desencilharemos the mare when we're away from home, and I'll teach you to ride bareback.

She brought her sweet smell and its soft feminine curves near horses and stopped next to him. When his hands circled her waist a little, he wanted to teach her a lot more than just riding bareback. Her lips were innocent last night. Juicy and ripe, and he thought she had never been kissed before. At least not properly.

He lifted her easily and she has spread in the saddle. Merrick went beside her and mounted the black stallion. Like thieves, they rode silently stable, only daring to quicken their pace when they were some distance from the house.

Finding the plain again, Merrick stopped the black stallion, dismounted and was helping Lady Anne. She came into his arms perhaps more easily than was wise, then stood before him, looking up. The moonlight bathed her lovely features with a white light. Her eyes sparkled and her hair fell almost to her hips. He felt pain inside just looking at her. It hurt like never before had hurt. As wished had never desired before. - You are so beautiful. - He said, looking at her. - Makes the mind of a man turn into a porridge, makes them forget their promises.

The smile hovering on her lips juicy extinguished. She looked at him in the eye and he thought he saw the same hunger he felt the staring back in their warm brown eyes. Then she shook her head as if to clear it. - You gave me your word. I was foolish to trust you?

So it seemed. Merrick had never been subtle about what he wanted and desired. - I want to kiss her again.

Even in the darkness he saw the redness settling on her face. - Then I must ask you to take me back to the barn and end this foolish mission.

He agreed, but her desire to know her more intimately avoided he said or did what he knew to be the best. - Why do you think that something you dream of doing is foolishness, Anne?

Anne had expected and he tried to kiss her or to take her back to the barn. She was surprised when instead of doing any of these things he had asked the question and seemed genuinely interested in the answer. She was not used to someone cared about their feelings. Oh, she liked to be fooled into thinking that his uncles had problems just to show affection, but she knew this was not the case. And she somehow blamed herself because it was considered impossible to be loved.

- What difference does it make if I learn to ride bareback or if I ride with legs apart? - She said with a shrug. - There are issues that can be discussed with others. Nor are skills that anyone can view. And none of them are made to make proud my uncles.

His warm hands closed on her shoulders. - You've never done something just for yourself? Just because pleases and to hell with everyone else?

Nothing short ride, and the ladies were known for worshiping a smooth ride, though few admitted that it had an interest in the way Anne was interested. Creating, running, all things related to horses. There were men who loved such things, but so far, she had not known she imagined that none could understand his love for it.

- It would be different if I were a man. - She explained. - Because I am a woman, should be enjoyable. Must be kind and considerate to others. I want what all young women in my class want. Dream of doing or being anything other than what is expected is foolish.

He pulled her close. - It is never foolish to own dreams. For some of us, that's all we have. And you seem resentful of his life when it seems you have everything?

- It does not. - She argued, then realized she was revealing too much of herself to him. What it would sound pathetic if I told him that was not the only thing he wanted most in life. Be loved. Just for herself. - But I seem ungrateful and superficial. - She added, lowering her gaze. - You must understand that all that is expected of me is that I make a good marriage. Be nice for a man to want to marry me. It is the woman's role to make your husband feel comfortable. Give birth to their children and manage their home. At least it's that way for a woman of my class. - Strangely, the guardians of Anne not pushed for marriage, did not seem concerned about her lack of suitors, although Anne was almost twenty-first birthday.

Merrick suddenly released her and turned away. - I understand what you're saying. I assume that women of my class can only aspire to calve bastards men of his class and hope he does not die and leave the children to fend for themselves.

Anne realized that he had been insensitive. She must look like a complete fool for him, whining about his privileged life. - I'm sorry. - She whispered. - That's what happened to his mother? He turned to her. - We did not come here to talk about me. I thought we had come here for you dared to do what I was wanting. If you do not have the guts to do that, we will return. Some can sleep all day after staying out all night.

She had hurt. She had moved with his grievances. Anne had not wanted to do that. But he was right. She had been presented with this opportunity to do something just for yourself.

Merrick had given him that opportunity, and yet, despite being wrong, she could not help but reach almost to love him for doing that.

- All right - she said. - Enough about things that none of us can control. Tell me what to do.

Merrick looked at her for a long time and Anne was afraid that he had changed his mind. Then he sighed and passed her to unsaddle Storm. After he put the saddle and blanket on the floor, he jumped easily to the back of the mare.

- Watch me first. - He said. - You must hold on with your legs. Press them firmly against the sides of the horse. That way.

Anne watched as he was riding describe a circle. He first made the horse walk, then nudged her to a trot and then a canter. Watching him made Anne feel weird. All seeming to be sore and fever, as if she was getting sick. Despite his lineage, no last name Merrick, was really beautiful to look at. Again, Anne cannot avoid the impression now having seen it before. Maybe in your dreams.

Storm was known to be stubborn sometimes, but Merrick drove better than Anne had ever done, and the mare seemed to feel that he was a man who did not tolerate foolishness on her part. Anne wondered if he would deal in this way with all the females.

- Are you ready to try?

- Yes - Anne replied. - But I think you make it sound much easier than it is.

He made the horse stopped beside Anne, threw a leg over and slid easily into the ground. You'll do fine. - He assured her. - You will do well because it is something you want to do. Maybe something you have to do.

Oppression and a woman born in a man's world go hand together. Anne was accustomed to oppression against their wishes, your desires, your dreams, even your thoughts. She never met a man that would encourage a woman to be bold. It was a refreshing change for her.

- I help her to rise, since there is no footboard. - He said and leaned folding his hands in a kind of step.

Anne placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling the solid muscles under his shirt. She put one foot in his hands and he lifted easily to the horse's back.

- Remember to grab it with his legs. - He instructed, and Anne tried not to blush in the moonlight.

Legs and grab something with them could be considered a common issue for a man to discuss the presence of a lady. Remembering who was wearing men's clothes, Anne decided that tonight she was not a lady or a gentleman Merrick. She nodded and took the reins that were placed on the neck of Storm.

Anne started slowly, getting used to feel the horse under it without the saddle. She did Storm walking in circles a few times before you feel confident to take her to a trot. The irregular walking horse almost made Anne fell from his back and she rushed the mare to a gallop smoother.

- You learn fast. - Merrick said. - You're doing very well. Concentrating on staying seated, Anne asked - we go to the moors? Riding bareback by them in the moonlight as dreamed you would? - She looked at him.

He shook his head. - Not tonight, baby. You need more practice before daring to do so.

Who knew if Anne would have the courage to sneak out of the house again and run around with the new groom boss? She could regain the sense anytime. Back to that old way of being good and pure and completely unfunny. Her aunt could suddenly decide that the field was too quiet for your liking and order everyone to do their bags and left for London. Tonight could be the only chance that Anne would have to realize your dream.

- I will. - She decided. - Stand back if you want. In fact, go back to the stable, so if I find anything happens to me or you will not be blamed.

Having given orders, Anne Storm turned to the path that will eventually lead to the moors.

- Come here, Anne. - Merrick ordered. - I told you is not ready yet.

Anne almost obeyed simply by being used. The need to rebel had taken root inside her now and she was not sure she wanted to stop it. Who was he to give orders, anyway? Merrick did not deliver, since he also was complicit in helping her tonight. Not unless she wanted to lose her job.

Already knowing a lot more than you should, Anne did not dismiss him to follow and snatch the horse's back. Anne knees forced to leave the animal at a gallop. Behind her, she heard cursing Merrick somewhat high.

The path was easy to follow because of the bright light of the moon shining above ... at least until Anne was deep inside the forest. She heard the pounding of hooves behind her and knew that Merrick was following. Anne also knew that he could easily catch her if she kept on track. In a decision of seconds she led Storm out of the track.

By Anne have a good sense of direction, she thought she could easily get to the moors. What she did not anticipate was the difficulty to manoeuvre a horse through the dense grass or trunk on his way he saw it too late. Jump on a horse was a much more difficult task when the horse was unsaddled. Anne lost her balance and fell.

The fall shook up the teeth. He lost his breath and when he could breathe again, she sat trying to determine if there was hurt. She moved her legs up and down his arms, nothing was broken. As Storm had been taught, the mare stopped when nobody was leading by the bridle. Anne slowly got up from the floor, her ass still burning as she moved toward the mare.

Storm suddenly raised his head. The mare snorted, then turned his eyes back in her head and shot fleeing through the forest as if the hounds of hell to pursue. Anne wanted to scream. She should have listened to Merrick data. He was right. She was not ready to try whatever they want. Now she was standing, lost and alone in the forest. Or was there?

The hairs on his neck pricked up. She felt she was being watched. What frightened Storm? The horse has not raced in so easily. Looking around, Anne realized how dark was the night when the trees above blotted the moonlight. She could not make out shapes. She also could not find the way. Where was the trail? If she were in that direction certainly find Merrick looking for her.

She took a step, but a move that caught the corner of her eyes made her turn to the right. Anne glanced at the shadows. Otherwise joined the first. Then another. Lobos. His blood froze. So the legend was true. There were still wolves traveling some parts of England.

Anne did not dare take his eyes from the shadows estate, wondering how long they would still be standing. She needed a weapon. Looking to around, she tried to make out the shape of a branch, a rock, anything he could use in his defence. A shadow had approached when she looked up. Anne swallowed.

- Do not move.

The instruction had been a whisper, then she felt the warmth of his back to Merrick. His knees almost buckled with relief. A shadow crept closer. Eyes glowed in the darkness. His heart rose to her throat. Merrick stepped in front of her, blocking the danger, protecting them from their folly, perhaps life itself.

The shadows continued to approach until they were surrounded. Terrified, Anne slid her arms around his waist Merrick and pressed her face against his back. His heart beat beneath his ear, strong, stable, but not fired as it was now. Silence echoed around her, so very soft and low, she heard a growl. He departed not from the beasts of the night, but the man who was in front of her against the beasts.

Chills went down her arms. Anne did not know if he released his grip around Merrick and ran or was due to hold strong against him. She closed her eyes and prayed. How long were attached to it, she did not. It seemed an eternity.

- It's okay now, little one. They were.

Anne opened her eyes, though the darkness that surrounded them both did open them. She saw nothing in the shadows, but it meant that there was nothing there.

- Are you sure? - She whispered. - How do you know?

- Because I know. - He replied, turning to face her. - They went and brought with them their smells. They were just curious to start. Curious to know what kind of fool walks alone in the forest at night.

A bit of shame mingled with his fear. He was right, she was a fool. Anne could consider a flat before, but had never considered foolish until tonight.

- I'm sorry. You were right. - She admitted. - I should not have gone alone. It was foolish and dangerous.

He did not answer, and as she looked at him, Anne gasped. His shadow was tall and dark against the night, but his eyes shone like the beasts of the forest.

- His eyes. - She whispered. - They glow in the dark like the eyes of an animal.

He looked away, as if to protect them from the sight of her. Anne remembered that he had issued low growl as she clung to him with fear. And his scent, she felt it now. One who overcame fear and confusion and attracted to him even when common sense said she should flee. There was something very strange about Merrick. But maybe it was just hysteria that do think so.

- Merrick? - She whispered. - Who are you? I mean, really?

05

Merrick was a question whether he had done many times in the past. Who or what? He knew he was different from other men. He did not understand why. He had been able to read the thoughts of wolves, or rather, feel what they were feeling. He had warned them to go away and they were undoubtedly so frightened of the strange human like humans would be if they knew the whole truth about him.

- I am a man like any other. - He lied. - Just got some skills somewhat strange. One of these skills allowed him to see her expression in darkness. For a moment she felt afraid of him, now her forehead was furrowed and a natural curiosity took over.

- What kind of skills?

The path ran Merrick was dangerous. He should not have told her as much as told. And yet he wanted to talk to her. Why he did it? It was bad enough that everything is placed between them. Their positions in life. Why he wanted to extend that gap? Perhaps to increase the distance between them. Maybe just to see her reaction.

- I can see in the dark. - He replied. - I see your face. Last night in the barn, I saw you clearly as if it were daylight, stopping in his underwear, down the middle of her shapely legs. Their combination had a red rose embroidered on the front.

Her eyes widened. She unknowingly took a step back, and Merrick tried to ignore how much it affected him. - How can you know about it? - She asked. - As you could see so clearly in the darkness? It is impossible.

He wanted it to be impossible. Merrick felt her away from him. Even though her mind told it was impossible, his conscience began to fear him. That was what he wanted to put distance between them. But there seemed to be what he wanted at all. No, if he was honest with himself he would admit that he wanted her back in his arms. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do more than kiss her.

Perhaps it was an unconscious act on his part, but he knew the slight widening of her nostrils, the way her eyes suddenly became heavy he was exuding the smell. One who attracts women to him. Merrick knew it was not right. He knew, but whatever it was, the instinct inside him that wanted to seduce Lady Anne Baldwin took control. He wanted her as much as he wished he desired. He wanted to forget about their gifts and strange gap that separated him from Anne. He also wanted her to forget.

Slowly, he leaned down and captured her lips parted. They were as sweet as he remembered and more receptive than they had been in the stable. He was no longer a stranger to her, which seemed to be working as an advantage. She moaned softly as he traced the outline of his lower lip with his tongue. She opened up further to him and he bent his mouth over hers, exploring it, savouring it, seducing her.

Anne pressed against him and he pulled her closer, moulding her soft curves against him. He put his hands cupped over her breasts, his blood warming veins when she did not pull away. She gasped softly as he rubbed her nipple with his thumb through the fabric of the shirt. He wanted her naked. He wanted to touch her skin.

Merrick leaned her back against the change of a thick tree. He kissed her neck, ties loosened the front of her shirt until she opened and he can slide his hand inside. The conscience whispered that it was not the same thing as the night in the stable. He knows who she was now. He knew she was innocent. Yet he could not handle.

Anne knew she should stop him. His mind was clouded by passion. Passion that she never felt before. What was it about this man that she could not resist? Maybe it was a combination of everything about him. His mouth moving against hers, his hands on her breasts, arousing her beyond reason. She could even ignore the rough bark of the tree pressed against his back if he just continued to kiss her ... touch her.

His mouth descended to her neck, biting your skin gently before going down further, pushing his shirt to the side. The mouth feel wet against her nipple, even over his shirt, shook. Anne curled her fingers into his hair long and tried to remember to breathe.

- You know how it is beautiful? - He murmured against her skin. - How perfect in every way?

Anne never felt beautiful before. Surely the men said she was, but none had made her feel beautiful. On a deeper level knew Anne longed for the touch of Merrick because he had been denied affection while growing. He gave her what she had been denied, and in return, she would not deny him anything. But it seemed more certain, Anne knew what was happening between them was wrong.

Resist it became even more difficult when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Her nails dug in his scalp. His knees almost buckled. The place was wet between her legs. She felt pain there, his body ached as if I needed something that your mind does not understand.

Anne sank further into the fog of desire. The hot mouth it went down her neck again, then he was kissing her. When he put his tongue inside her mouth, Anne responded the same way. That was when she felt his teeth. They were longer than she remembered ... almost as prey.

She opened her eyes and thought he looked different. His facial features were somewhat blurred. She tried to fight, but he held securely against the tree. With his body glued to hers, she felt his arousal. Then she could not swear, but she thought she heard him growl.

- Merrick. - She whispered. - You're scaring me.

His mouth was on her neck again. She felt the sharp edge of his teeth before he suddenly force the move away from it. He turned away, then disappeared into the forest. Anne blinked in the darkness. His heart pounding in his chest. He left her alone.

A wolf howled in the distance and Anne held her breath. She rummaged in the open ends of his shirt and pulled him close to the neck. Slowly she slid to the floor. Where was Merrick? And why he left her alone in the darkness?

When a branch broke, she jumped. A tall figure emerged from the shadows. Merrick was now standing in front of her, looking down. - Come on, Anne. - He said. - Let me take you to Sin.

- Sin? - She whispered.

- The stallion. I'll take you home.

For a brief moment she thought she could not trust him. His eyes had become accustomed to the darkness enough to see that he kept his hand outstretched to her. What happened moments ago? She had imagined or it would have looked different? She had been frightened before. Maybe she was still feeling the effects.

- Anne, take my hand. - Merrick gently persuaded.

She slipped her hand in his big hand. They were the hands of workers, but had seemed silk against her skin a bit before. He stood up. Anne staggered slightly. She felt dizzy and unwell.

- What is happening to me? - She asked. - Why do I reply to you that way, and what you want from me, Merrick?

He said nothing for a moment. Maybe he did not know the answer. So said. - For now, I want to take it home. I want you safe.

Safe against wolves or against it? Anne thought. She should go home. She should go home and return to safe life, boring she knew before she kissed him in the stable. A stranger. A man who worked for his uncle. But a man who made her feel like I never felt before. A man who was not afraid to show her affection. A man who said she was beautiful.

Merrick led through the forest behind him. The trail was not really far and they stumbled on it scaring the black stallion who stood waiting for them to return. Merrick spoke softly to the animal and he calmed down. Merrick climbed into the saddle and Anne pulled him forward.

- What about Storm? - Anne left her numb state to ask. - And the saddle and blanket we left behind?

- I think Storm should have returned to the stable. If it is not there when we arrive, I turn to look for her. I return to find the saddle too. It would cover Anne. Erase her mistakes tonight. He possibly saved her life earlier. Merrick with her skills and her strange smell that still affect her. He could have taken advantage of her in the forest. Anne was absolutely sure that would have allowed him to completely seduce. Why did he not? And she had just imagined that his features were blurred for a moment, had seemed deformed, his teeth like fangs?

Of course he had. Wolves gave him a fright and she was reacting to it. The feel of his hard chest pressed against his back was affecting her now. Her thighs strong moulded against both sides of it. Anne needed a distraction. He was walking the horse, she assumed on their behalf, but the leisurely pace only prolonged the torture of being pressed against him.

- Why do you call your horse from Sin? - She asked.

- Because it is dark as sin.

The silence between them stretched again. The heat Merrick penetrated the back of her riding habit and she wondered how it would feel to bare skin against hers.

- It seems fast, his horse. - She started talking.

- Yes - he said, and slipped his breath in her ear, making her shiver. - Fast as any I've seen.

- You run with it? I would, if it were mine, I mean, of course, and if I were a man.

- I run with it. - He replied. - Most often in small country fairs, and only if the premium is good. The horse loves to run. He likes the competition.

The horse did not seem a bit anxious to lead them quickly to the stable at the moment. Anne was not sure they are going in the right direction now he thought about it.

- Merrick, you know where you're going? - She asked. - I do not think this is the way home.

- I know where I'm going. - He assured her.

Moments after they left the shelter of the trees behind. Merrick stopped stallion and Anne gasped. Before them, the bare soil and cracked, was the moors. The moonlight shone on it and the floor that stretched before them seemed strangely beautiful.

- Are you ready, Anne? - Merrick said near his ear.

She knew now why he had brought her here. Your heart was lifted up because he had done it, that he knew how important it was for her - live that dream.

- I'm ready. - She whispered.

- Hold on.

He poked the horse and they shot forward into the moonlight.

Not exactly the dream of Anne being in underwear and alone, and riding without a saddle, but it was better. Best Merrick because she had to share this moment. He laughed with her, and she knew he shared his joy. He understood her like no man had ever understood before. And he was right. Everyone should have a dream, even a small one like this.

06

Anne laughed out loud with the absolute pleasure of running through the moors by moonlight, the wind in your hair, Merrick at his back, his arms around her holding it securely in front of him. He was right. She never ridden a horse as fast as this stud. Hooves thundered by way of Sin cracked, throwing pieces along the trail.

- Want to go fast? - He approached to ask.

- Oh yes. - She sighed, then both leaned together and the stallion lunged forward.

Her blood sang in his veins. Anne closed her eyes and just lived the moment - felt safe and powerful horse beneath her, felt the wind dancing across his face and a strong masculine heart beating against his back. She wanted it to never end, but it is clear that it was necessary.

Merrick slowed the stallion. Sin's breath clouded the air when he snorted protesting. Merrick knew the stallion. He loved running.

- There will be a fair district not far from Blackthorn Manor week. - She said Merrick. - You should run with Sin.

- And you'll be there to see us?

Anne loved country fairs, though the uncles would find boring. - If my uncles take me. - She replied. - Usually they do not care about these things. My aunt would rather attend a grand ball in London.

- And you, Anne? What do you prefer?

He stopped his horse. The moonlight bathed the earth around them with a soft light, again making it hard marvelled that such a landscape could be beautiful.

- I prefer the fair. - She answered honestly. - Although my aunt believes it waste of time. No fine gentlemen at the fair so I can attract. There is nothing there that she approves. No marriage market.

Merrick pulled the now embarrassed by Anne hair over one shoulder. The brush of his fingers on her neck to see shudder. - Why are you not married yet, Anne? The gentlemen in London are blind or stupid?

She could just be honest with him. - I'm boring.

When he laughed, warm breath caressed her ears. - You, boring? A woman sneaks out of the house at night and undresses until the underwear to be able to ride across the moors? A woman who ventures alone into the forest to face wolves? A woman ...

- Normally I do not do these things. - Anne interrupted, turning to face him power. - I'm at a stage of rebellion. I'm sure it will pass.

- You will?

His mouth was suddenly just a whisper of it. Had he brought her here to continue with seduction? Something bad inside it said that if it did, it would not be a bad thing. The

cavalcade had fired his blood. The cavalcade Merrick and leaning against it. Tonight could be all that they had. Anne knew that their rebellion would not last. She had some time to recover common sense and vote your life dull and predictable ... but maybe not yet.

The lady wanted him to kiss her. Merrick was tempted. Almost tempted beyond your control. But something stranger than usual had happened to him that night. In the forest, while Anne had been kissing, touching her, wanting her as never wanted a woman before, something had moved under his skin. He felt growing within him. This came very close to consuming it ... whatever it was.

The desire he felt for her had become animalistic. His thoughts became disjointed, as if escaping him. As he was turning into something else. For a moment, he really was afraid that he might hurt Anne. Outside this fear that penetrated into his desire for her and had to separate from her, disappearing enough time to recover from whatever was happening to him.

Now she was trying to lose control again. In the past, women's social class Anne came after him, sneaking in the stable where he worked in the dead of night. They wanted to have fun with it, and Merrick wore them, he supposed, for revenge against the class he kept them in her heart. But Anne, she was not like those other women. What he felt for her was not the same. What she did feel was something he never felt before.

He took pleasure in the joy of it. Her innocence was like a balm for your weary soul. What he wanted from her was not a few stolen moments during the night. He feared much that he wanted. Was all that he had promised his mother he would give up.

- If I were a gentleman, I would take her to the fair. - He said, taking out a bunch of hair tangled her beautiful face. - I'd take a buggy and gleaming exhibit. I would use a tape on my arm when his ran with Sin.

She smiled at him in the moonlight and his heart twisted in his chest. - But I'm not a gentleman, Anne. You should not forget that.

The sweet her smile faded. In light of the light, he saw her face turn red. - You're more of a gentleman than you think. - She said softly. - That would not be advising me not to lose my head. You would not be remembering my place or yours.

It was something daringly out of character. Merrick never bothered to take what was offered, sometimes secretly resent being treated like a stallion stable and not as a man. He thought that Anne was different, but it would be? Maybe she thought the same of him. A distraction from his orderly life. Only part of their rebellion. Then you should feel guilty for seducing her? Having fun with her as she would do with it?

Her eyes were large and looked upon him as innocent. Soft like the eyes of a doe. No, he was not wrong about it, even if they wanted to say was that moment. - You want more than I can give you, Anne. More than a man like me will never be able to give you. I'll take you home.

For a moment, her eyes shone upon him, as if his eyes had filled with tears. - Is that too much to ask? - She whispered. - To be loved?

That's what she wanted from him? Merrick had trouble believing it. It was more than likely that she was simply confused about what love was. Not that he really knew. He never fell in love with a woman before. He certainly knew what it was to be rejected. He would save it with her.

- I'm sure she is loved, Anne. His uncles ...

- Have trouble showing affection for me. - She interrupted. Anne blinked back tears. - I did everything I could do to win the heart of them, but I have failed. I wonder if the fault is not mine. If there is something in me that makes me do not deserve to be loved?

That was what she thought? How could anyone not love Anne? She was nice and sweet and beautiful, and he knew it instinctively. He knew she was the opposite of him. Perhaps that was why he found irresistible. She was everything he was not. She had everything that he had. But maybe they were more alike than he had imagined. Both wanted which apparently could not have.

- You deserve to be loved, Anne. - He said. - Maybe they do not deserve you. - And he did not.

Merrick turned his horse toward the Blackthorn Manor. Anne straightened in the saddle in front of Merrick. They rode in silence. He savoured the sensation felt it against him. The sweet smell of her in his nostrils. A moment in time where nothing separated them, even if tomorrow everything back to the way it should. Anne in her big house. Him in the stable. She's a lady waiting for what they deserve in life, all that he felt that it would be in time. And he ... Well, Merrick was not even sure who was. A man whom Lady Anne Baldwin should avoid. He knew that for sure.

The Fair at Devonshire was a great sight; stalls of merchants, horse trading, trading sheep and even a traveling group performing. Anne drew his way through the crowd, his slow pace for his beloved Bertha could accompany her. His uncles walked straight ahead, dressed as if they were in a big dance instead of at a fair inside. Anne had decided by a simple day dress, a hat and a shawl modest old. She did not want to stand out in the crowd.

She was too full of energy to play the great lady today. Since she and Merrick had slipped away in the darkness, she had been keeping away from the stable. She was afraid, Anne admitted. Afraid of her feelings for Merrick. No good could come of them, but knowing that did not seem to stop her from wanting to be with him.

Merrick was here today. He had gone out at daybreak, telling his uncle to bet him and his stallion in the race. If not for the prospect of earning money on a bet, she doubted her uncles had the desire to attend the fair.

A woman called Anne guess luck when she was going through. - Meet your luck, good lady.

Confused, Anne stopped in big bright colours. The eyes were heavily made-up guesses. She wore a scarf tied around his head and a ring on every finger. Anne picked up her purse and pulled out a coin. - That's all I have - she said, which was not entirely true, but it was all I had to read such nonsense that was luck.

The woman grabbed the money and took her hand. She studied the palm of Anne. - You have a line of long life. - She said. - But I see problems in your future.

Anne assumed that most people would expect some kind of problems in your future. She just smiled at the woman.

- There is a man. - The woman said, looking at Anne through her lashes. The woman looked down again, then suddenly released her hand. Her eyes widened. His dark face paled. Beware the wolf in your stable. - She whispered. - Stay away from him or bring his curse on you two.

Anne winked at the woman. - Excuse me?

- Go now. - The woman ordered. - I cannot do anything but warn him.

Anne felt wrong, to say the least. There was no wolf in your stable and she was expecting to be told that she would find a special man and it would have a bright future. It was that kind of thing a woman likes to hear. Anne suddenly wondered if this wolf was not referring in fact to a man she should avoid.

- This wolf is a man or an animal? - She asked the woman.

The seer shuddered. - It is both. - She said, then got up and disappeared into the crowd.

Chills went through the arms of Anne. She pulled her shawl around her.

- There is a lady, Lady Anne. - Bertha huffed beside her. - I lost the crowd for a moment and was terribly worried.

Still apprehensive, Anne came over and squeezed the arm created. - I'm fine. I stopped just to read my fortune.

Bertha snorted. - It's a waste of money. I suppose she told you will find a young and will have a happy future together. These types always say what people want to hear. Bertha's words only increased the concern of Anne. She also thought so. A further disturbance in the street beyond the tents of vendors and artists attracted his attention. The horses raised dust in the air. Horse racing was to start.

- Come on, Lady Anne. - Bertha instructed. - His uncles will be thinking what happened to us. Let's join them to watch the races and eat a good snack.

Anne's maid never missed a meal, which was obvious by its rounded shape. Bertha Anne hastened the platter toward the meadow where the horse racing happen. Anne cannot help but look over his shoulder toward where he had seen the last seer. The woman stood facing her. Quickly, Anne looked away.

She peered uncles resting on a blanket spread on the floor. Millicent, a personal maid aunt, had come along, carrying things from the carriage to the comfort of her mistress. The woman knelt on the blanket unpacking the snacks.

- There you are. - Aunt Claire said to see Anne. - Come and sit, Anne. We are hungry.

Obedient as always, Anne ran to the blanket and sat down. - I cannot express my thanks again for having brought me here today, Aunt Claire and Uncle Theodore. I know we both think these fairs a bummer, but I'm having so much fun.

Distracted her aunt came over and patted the hand of Anne. - I would like a social event put that sparkle in your eyes and this colour on your face as this tour rude. Maybe you were not meant to be a wife who likes social life. No wonder that no proper gentleman has requested her hand, Anne. You have strange tastes for a girl as well born. You must have acquired that from his mother.

Anne stared at their joined hands. - I'm sorry to be such a disappointment to you, dear aunt. - She said. - Try with all their might attract the attention of a single proper on our next visit to London.

- Leave the girl alone. - His uncle disturbed. - We want her to have a happy marriage, is not dear wife?

Aunt Anne patted again. - Of course we want. Take the time it takes, Anne. There is no hurry.

The attitude of Aunt Claire was really weird. Many mothers were so desperate to find suitable partners for their daughters that nothing else was talked from the moment the girl was old enough to marry. Once your uncles showed so little real affection for her, Anne suspected that they would be happy to get rid of her. Perhaps because she was so obedient to try to win their love she was not considered a burden.

- Should I try more force. - She admitted. - Soon I will twenty-one years, practically considered spinster.

- We thought we would go on the field until after his birthday. - Let your uncle. - We thought you'd love even more if he could get away with his horse and roam around like love to do.

Anne was surprised. His birthday still take about three months to arrive. She could not imagine her aunt spending all this time away from the London parties and their friends. Anne had thought that in reality their guardians offer him a dance birthday. It would be an opportunity to attract suitors for her.

- How nice of you. - She said honestly. - I actually prefer the countryside to the bustle of London, but I know you two prefer to spend time in the city.

- It's your birthday. - Her aunt said, giving up pat this time. - We want you to enjoy the best possible way. Anne felt a burst of tenderness for his uncles. She supposed that sometimes judged unfairly. Only because they did not show her affection did not mean they did not care about her.

- It would make me very happy to spend my birthday in the field.

- Then it's settled. - Her aunt said, looking at the food that her maid had set for them. - Let's eat before the horses raise even more dust and ruin our meal.

They began to eat. Anne saw no appetite. She was nervous. Perhaps Merrick and the black stallion. Perhaps because of his meeting with the seer. Nobody seemed to realize how little Anne was eating. His uncles were too busy talking about the latest gossip from London.

- Two of them are married now. - Aunt Claire said. - They say that being accepted by society because of their friendship with the dowager. I think that's a shame. I'm glad Anne had not lost his head because that Jackson Wulf as all other women to whom he shows those dimples.

Anne's attention turned to her aunt. She spoke of brothers Wulf. The Wild Wulf London, as some called them. Suddenly Anne understanding reached with the force of a blow. "Wulf" she whispered.

- What did you say, dear? - Her aunt asked.

Struggling with the sudden realization of who reminded him of Merrick, Anne merely shook his head and said nothing. Merrick was just like Jackson Wulf, only he had dark hair instead of bright and clear eyes instead of dark. No wonder she thought I had already seen that morning before she met him in the dining room.

How strange they both look at each other, at least in the facial features and size. His gaze is automatically diverted to the meadow where the horses were being aligned. She could not see over the crowd and stood up, covering his eyes against the sun.

A few tall men blocked the view of Anne. - I cannot see. - She told uncles. - I'm a little more forward there.

- Bertha, go with her. - Instructed her aunt. - She'll be looking absently and not be attentive to someone stealing your purse.

The maid, still involved with their food, grunted, put his plate aside, and put heavily to his feet. - I'm getting too old to run after her. - She complained.

Anne did not wait for Bertha. She hurried through the crowd, now compelled to see Merrick. She did not pay the slightest attention to the people who pushed to make way. Stop now in front of the crowd, she sought the halls preparing their horses for the race. Merrick was already mounted on the big black stallion. The two were a formidable sight. Both dark. Both magnificent.

Her breath caught in her throat when the stallion reared Merrick close to the other contestants, obviously with the intention to intimidate them. Merrick's hair was tied back, calling attention to its striking beauty. He wore a white shirt, open at the neck, ruffled and apparently moved among the people living in the countryside. Was with black tights and boots were polished and shiny. She had never seen a more handsome man. In addition to the other brothers Wulf.

All were really cute. Jackson was a close friend of hers. They met abroad last year. Now he was married. A woman who some said to be a witch, but Anne liked Lady Lucinda the moment he met her. By God, Merrick looked even with Jackson. It seemed so much as to be brothers.

She should tell Merrick about his uncanny resemblance to Jackson Wulf. That would answer some questions that Merrick had about his father. But it could also simply bring problems for Wulf brothers, and God knew that they already had enough problems by itself. Anne was deadlocked over his suspicions. She valued her friendship with Jackson, thought he was funny and charming and none of the things often said of him. But Merrick had the right to have the comfort of at least know where it came from, if indeed his suspicions were correct. And how would not be? Merrick had to be a Wulf, was there anything that had to be.

Beware the wolf in your stable. The notice of the seer turned suddenly to mind Anne. Not the wolf, but Wulf. Merrick was recognized as illegitimate, but he was a Wulf though. She was really eager to tell him he had solved the mystery of who his father was.

Runners lined up before her. His dancing and prancing horses in the race readiness. Behind her, she heard men making bets. Merrick was the favourite, many betting on the new man of the Count.

She also heard whispers of the women present. Veiled whispers about beauty and fitness groom's boss - the conversation did straighten the back.

- I imagine that Lady Baldwin spend more time than normal near horses husband these days. - A woman joked. - I heard that she likes her lovers young and virile.

- She will not be disappointed with that, then. - Another woman laughed. - I suppose that man is accustomed to serving women from their bosses, like any good stallion.

The women laughed sneaky and Anne moved away from the conversation and feeling bad that you brought to the stomach. She had noticed the look that her aunt had launched Merrick that morning in the dining room. He saw her gaze wander through it so evaluative. Anne had not thought much about it, and he was the type of man who attracts the attention of a woman or not. Certainly not her aunt had approached him in the stable and displayed to him, suggesting that he was ready for an adventure.

Suddenly jealousy tore Anne. She had no right to feel this emotion. She had no right to suspect that her aunt was anything but attracted by the looks of it, without showing your interest. Then Anne remembered the warning that his uncle did to them about the chickens behave. Had the notice been addressing the wife rather than Anne?

- Nonsense! - She chided. She had never felt jealous because a man before and did not like the emotion. Makes the person does not think rationally. Wanting to calm their concerns sudden, she looked around for the uncles. They had joined the crowd of observers who expected the race. They were a few steps forward, her aunt staring Merrick as he soothed the stallion, while his uncle was clearly betting on the outcome of the race.

Merrick, feeling as if watching Aunt Claire, looked toward the woman, kept her bold gaze for a moment, then turned, she supposed in search of prey younger and beautiful. His eyes rested on Anne. She tried to look away but could not. Funny, she never felt this tremor in the stomach and quickening of the pulse when Jackson Wulf looked at her. So similar and yet so different.

A trumpet sounded and Merrick looked away, his interest now focused on the race. Anne blushed because he can hold her gaze and looked around nervously. She saw her aunt watching her, his obvious disapproval with the frown that looked. Anne refused to feel ashamed, after hearing what he had just heard about Aunt and her taste for younger men. It was clear that she could misbehave, but not Anne. She lifted her chin in a show of defiance, and was rewarded by the sudden look of surprise Aunt.

A shot was fired and Anne turned her attention to the race. The horse and rider shot and cheers rang out in the crowd. As she wanted to take part in the race. Be riding at a breakneck pace through the meadow, her hair flying behind her, straddling the control of the horse. She became involved in the activity and shouted along with the crowd when Merrick went ahead of other competitors. Had finished almost before it began. Merrick won easily, and most of the crowd jostled to go greet him. Anne cannot do the same. It would not be appropriate, but for a moment she wished to be among those who gathered around Merrick. She longed to throw herself into his arms and kiss him.

The blame for their daring thoughts transpired. She looked back to his uncles, hoping they had not noticed his enthusiasm for running. They were not paying any attention to it, but it seemed to be engaged in a fiery discussion. She bet it was something related to Merrick. He looked again to the stable boss, and realized that he was also paying attention to his uncles.

It was absurd, Anne thought, but Merrick seemed to hear their conversation. He could not possibly want to hear what they were talking in the distance where they were, not to mention the screams and slapping the backs of those who gathered around him, but when he looked at Anne, she read some alarm in his expression usually affected.

Moments later he was distracted by the awarding of the prize to the winner of the race. The uncles were suddenly beside Anne.

- Let's go home now, Anne - her aunt instructed. - I think you've had enough excitement for today.

The frown of disapproval still marked thin lips aunt. Generally, Anne would have been devastated for being the reason for the disappointment is the aunt, uncle is. Today, it seemed to be less important. After all, she obediently followed them and returned to the carriage.

Merrick come home, too, though she doubted he rode along with them. He seemed to enjoy being alone. A lone wolf. A Wulf in fact, she recalled. Tell him about your suspicions? That would solve something or just bring more problems?

07

There was none of his business, Merrick tried to ensure the hundredth time since returning to the residence. He was a servant, nothing more. It was not their role to engage with the life of Anne. Still, he had heard the conversation between Lord and Lady Baldwin bothered him. Anne should tell what he had heard, and she would believe him if he did?

Merrick walked from one side to the other into the dark barn, taken by indecision. He has never been involved in such matters before. But then he was already involved, willingly or not. Damn his super hearing and all the strange thing about it. It was a curse sometimes.

But Anne needed to be warned. He cared too much about her to let it be betrayed. It remained far from stable for a week. Everything was fine, as he was crossing the grey mare and knew Anne's uncle would not have wanted her to witness mating. Still, had disturbed

Merrick did not see it. It also served to him seeing how he was enamoured. What did him no good.

Although it was late at night, Merrick thought it was better to talk to Anne immediately. He knew which room upstairs was hers. He had seen her standing in the window looking out once or twice last week. Merrick could throw a rock to get her attention. He almost dropped when I was leaving the stable.

- Good God. - She gasped. - You almost kill me with fright. What are you doing out there sliding at this time of night?

She also gave him a start. - What are you doing gliding around this time of night? - He returned.

- I need to talk to you. - She replied. - In particular, so I thought it was better to wait until everyone had gone to bed.

Although he was curious as to why Anne look for him, his concerns about what he had heard earlier were predominant in the minds of Merrick. - I also need to talk to you. I heard something today that I think you should know. - Did you hear something? - Her brow furrowed. - It concerns me?

They were standing in the doorway of the barn, in full view or if someone wanted to see was up late. Merrick grabbed her arm and pulled her inside.

- I heard his aunt and uncle discussing the fair.

Anne looked at him strangely. - How can you hear them? From what I saw, you did not even close the distance required to talk or hear my uncles this afternoon.

He would not go into detail about his ability to abnormal hearing. He has told her many things about their strange gifts. - I heard them. - He insisted. - And they were discussing you.

Although he was clearly confused about how he could have heard the conversation of his uncles, a light shone in the interest of her lovely eyes. - Discussing about me?

- Yes - he replied. - His aunt was worried about us. On the way we look at each other. She said they did the best they could to ensure that you do not find a man to marry that was appropriate and she would not let you make a mistake with one that was not.

- How? - Anne shook her head. - That makes no sense. Not that they do not want me to marry simply no adequate asked for my hand.

- Anne. - Merrick took her shoulders in his hands. - I imagine that there were many more requests than you had knowledge. You're adorable. And sweet. They do not want you to marry because if you are not married when he was twenty-one years ago, his legacy will to control them. They want their fortune, Anne.

She turned away from him as if he had struck. - That's not true. I'll stick with my heritage when you twenty-one years. It has been known for a long time.

Merrick had to make her understand. - Only if you are married, Anne. I heard them say that. Otherwise, they take control of their inheritance until you twenty-five years, then it will come to you whether you are married or not. I bet even they have already spent all, or invested in such a way that you cannot reclaim it.

She looked shaken. - But this is my heritage. - She insisted. - Never knew there was something related to marriage involved.

Anne did not want to believe him, Merrick realized. She was still tied to the hope that his uncles cared more about her than her actions showed. - They did not want you to know. They are deeply indebted. I heard his aunt say this when talking to his uncle, but kept his voice low. Even the roof over their heads someday will become her husband. They can lose everything if you marry Anne.

A doubt still clouded her eyes. It was hard for her to trust the words of a stranger about what she wanted to believe about his uncles. - I have no desire to hurt you, Anne. - He said. - If

you do not believe me, then do not. At least I told him what I heard and my conscience is clear.

With the mission accomplished, he thought he might get away from her and return to the room where he slept before the temptation to pull her into his arms. Merrick remembered that she had come to tell you something. - What do you want to tell me?

Still wearing a confused expression, she bit her lower lip. - I. .. was nothing. None of my business, as it was not yours. Let it go.

He wanted to hurt or not. Even though Anne suspected that his uncles did not love her, listen to what they thought of her only as a means to an end, winning their own selfish desires, the injured had deeply.

Merrick understand the pain of not being loved. Still, maybe she needed time to think about what he had told her before that could penetrate - before she could accept that he had no reason to lie to her. He had begun to pull away from her again when your ears sharpened realized the faint sound of a twig breaking. The noise of flip flops on the stones that made their way from the house to the barn.

- Someone's coming. - He said. - Best hiding until we see who is and whatever.

Anne seemed to be shaking mentally. She looked around. - I hear nothing.

- Quiet! - Merrick warned again. He took her arm and led her to an empty bay. - Stay in there and do not leave until the person who is coming has gone.

- But - she started to protest. Merrick did not allow her to do so. He gently pushed into the bay and prayed for her to be quiet. He did not need to be found alone with her at this time of night.

A person appeared in the doorway of the barn moments later. Merrick was not surprised by her visit. It was Aunt Anne. The woman was watching him since that morning in which he was introduced to her. He was accustomed to the visits of wives of their former employers. Merrick generally revelled in their interest, but not tonight, not with this particular woman.

- Can I be useful, milady? - He asked.

She walked sinuously towards him. - I hope so. I noticed something that disturbed me today and I thought we should clarify the matter. I saw no reason to involve my husband.

- I guess not. - Merrick said dryly.

- Relates to Lady Anne. - The woman continued. - I fear that it is up to you mould. And you can be taking advantage of her innocence.

- Do you think?

The woman moved closer. Aunt Anne was not an unattractive woman, but she was old enough to be the mother of Merrick frowned and she always wore had deepened the lines on your forehead and around the mouth. - I saw the way you look at it ... and the way she looks at you. Anne is a beautiful young woman and I do not doubt that the ache of your taste, but do not want you to seduce.

Merrick leaned casually against the stall where Anne was hidden. - It is very honourable of you to protect her.

She shrugged. - I suppose that even a sensible girl like Anne can lose your head over a pretty face. And I'm sure you're very used to women throwing themselves at you, Merrick. There is no need, however, to run after her when there is another option for you.

Although he knew what her answer would be, Merrick said. - And what would be another option?

Her hand raised and his fingers traced a lazy path down his chest. - I, of course. - She replied. - Deflowering an innocent is one thing. Having an affair with a woman of experience is another. My husband bores me and has done since a week after we got married.

Merrick did not want the woman to touch him, but Anne had to be convinced that his uncles did not bring their best interest at heart, no matter what she wanted to think otherwise. - Are you concerned that I ruin Lady Anne before they pack up a good marriage for her? - Do not be silly! - The woman countered. - To be honest, I was just feeling that she was intruding on my territory. I consider all my property here ... including you. The woman turned her head to the side. - Now that you mention it, until it would not be a bad idea. See, I would prefer not to marry Anne. It would be beneficial for me if she did not.

Merrick knew that every word spoken by the woman tore Anne, but Anne was perhaps too innocent for his own good. - So now you're asking me to ruin it so that it does not serve to be the wife of a gentleman of his own social class?

- It is a possibility. - The woman replied. - But first, I want to satisfy you. Got a deal?

He stopped the hand of the woman who had risen by his chest. - No. We do not. I'm not yours to give me orders. Do not you possessed me like a horse in the stable of her husband. I do not want to take it to bed, Lady.

Her face, maybe once beautiful, but now just bitter filled with colour. - You are repelling me?

- I do not have many rights, but I imagine that decide who give pleasure or not one of them. He assured her. - Go home and get what you need from your husband.

The woman's mouth opened. - Anne's, is not it? You just want her.

Merrick thought before answering. - I worry about Anne. I did not humiliate the way you want me to do, and certainly not for your benefit.

- How can you know what is my benefit? - The woman's eyes narrowed on him. - And why would you care since you got what you want ... unless. - She suddenly laughed. - Oh dear, you fell for it.

Really? Merrick had never been in love before. He just knew he wanted to protect Anne. He wanted her to be happy. - You must go. - He said the woman. Anne had heard all he needed to hear.

- Poor fool! - The woman said laughing. - Even Anne knows her place in life, and yours. Do not think that you are the first to feel attracted. We had to drive out the suitors tapas, though Anne is not aware of it. I'd rather she did not know. Let her think she is not interesting enough to attract the attention of a man. At least for a little while longer.

- Can I tell her what the lady just told me. - Merrick said.

The lady raised an eyebrow. - You would not dare. And she would not believe you anyway. Anne sees the best in us and always saw. She is cursed that way, I suppose. Poor thing, always hungry for love.

Anne anger burned inside. - How do you not love it? - He did not intend that thought sounded high.

Lady Baldwin straightened. - I fulfilled my obligation to Anne. I did not want children. I do not even like them, but my husband convinced me that there would be a reward if we stayed with Anne and we create. I will not let myself be torn my reward. And I think his time here is over. You do not want to cooperate, then I will make you fired. I just tell my husband that you not only tried to take Anne to her room, but also made me proposals. Pack your things, you leave so early morning.

With this warning, Lady Baldwin turned and hurried off the barn. Merrick waited a bit to make sure she was gone. He then opened the cage and went after him. Found Anne huddled on the floor covered in straw. Her hands covered his face and his shoulders shook. His heart broke for her. He crouched down next to her and touched her gently. Anne looked up, tears streaming down his face. - I did not want to believe you. I was so blinded by my hopes. I feel like an idiot. It makes you happy?

Previously, Merrick was supposed to bring him some pleasure to expose the betrayal of her aunt, a separate family, one of the upper class anyway. Merrick felt no pleasure to see the tears of Anne. They weighed on his heart. - I'm sorry. - It was all she could say.

In his pain, he hoped she offended him, and he would understand, but instead, she just covered her face with her hands and leaned against him. What do I do?

Merrick took her by the shoulders and forced her to sit. - Look at me, Anne. You need to get married. And the sooner, the better.

She winked at him. - Getting married? With who?

- With either. - Merrick insisted. - You two can flee to Gretna Green. You may marry before her uncles can stop them.

Anne ran a shaking hand over her hair. - That's impossible. First I had to go to London and find someone, then had to convince him to marry me. My uncles never let me go without them. I cannot go alone. Not all the way without some sort of protection. There are thieves on the roads. Would not be safe.

Merrick would be fired tomorrow anyway. - I can take it to London, Anne. Now, tonight. I can protect her.

Her big doe eyes lifted to him. She walked over and gently touched his face. - Why do it? Why do you care, Merrick?

Why indeed? He was never to meddle in matters that do not concern him before. But Anne felt that she was concerned. - I know how it feels as if it meant nothing to anyone. But you're nothing, Anne. I do not let them make you feel that way.

Although her heart was broken, Anne felt that he was returning to life right now. Nobody cared about her as Merrick seemed to care. He encouraged his hopes and dreams. He protected her when she had needed protection, and he had exposed the treachery of his uncles to her when she was too innocent to notice her alone. Anne could not think of any London gentleman who wished to marry. But she knew a man who made her feel like no other man had done, or any other never would.

- Marry me, Merrick. - She whispered.

His eyes widened for a moment. - No, Anne. - He said softly. - You cannot marry me. You know that.

- I can. - She argued. - We can run away together tonight, as you said. We can go to Gretna Green.

Merrick shook his dark head. - You do not know what you're saying, Anne. You are upset, not thinking clearly.

Anne knew exactly what he wanted, perhaps for the first time in his life. She loved Merrick. How, when or why not seemed to matter at that moment. She knew he cared about her, if, of course, he did not love her. But she was used to it. She had to make him want to marry her for reasons that would be best to benefit you. She sadly got that now too.

- You are bitter because of the life that was denied - she told him. - What better revenge than to marry her? All I have is yours. You no longer have to sleep in the stable, Merrick.

He shook his head again, but Anne saw that he was thinking about what she had just said. Considering her offer. - If all will have for a man anyway, why not just let your uncle have it all? - He reasoned.

Anne could not lie to him about it. - I am angry. - She admitted. - And hurt. Spent my life dancing in the rhythm of them in hopes of getting their approval, their love. I have some conditions if you marry me.

He raised an eyebrow. - What would be?

- My independence. - She replied. - I hope to do what I please.

- And what will you expect from me?

Looking into his eyes, she meant that she expected him to love her, but Anne had learned his lesson about love. She knew now that it was not something that a person could start

another. Had to be offered willingly, freely. - I hope you do as you please as well. - She replied. - Since it does not interfere with what I please.

He made a noise in his throat. - You want me in your power.

That was not what Anne really wanted, but she could not tell her what he really wanted. Show him that she had not learned anything. - I'm not so blind as yesterday or the day before. I understand now that my world view was not real. People are not good and kind simply be the best thing to do. They always want something.

Her response broke his heart. Merrick had shattered his world view. He had stolen her innocence. But she was right. What better revenge against a class that had offended him and his mother to get her through marriage? Having all that had been denied to him? Have all ... least Anne. Still, he was not a fool. And Anne needed his help.

- Okay. - He said. - I'll marry you, Anne.

Anne spent her sleeve through the nose. - I have no money with me.

This was not a problem at the moment. Merrick supposed it would not be a problem in your future too. - I won the prize today. Will take us where we should go and bring us back.

They looked at each other in the dark. Merrick felt the sudden indecision of it, so was pleased to tell the truth. He would be a fool to refuse her offer. But if she decides to return to reason, he could not say it would not feel relieved. She took a deep breath shortly after.

- Saddle horses. - She said.

08

Merrick and Anne were camped less than a day's ride from Gretna Green. Anne had placed the pants and boots of the boy who helped in the barn before they flee. Merrick had proved, unsurprisingly, very useful while traveling. He knew when to go and when to use the forest road. Where to find fresh food. He knew a lot of things to a mere mortal. Tonight he said he could start a fire.

They sat before her now, eating a roasted rabbit he was captured and taken away the skin sooner. Merrick was sitting opposite her. His eyes glowed in the darkness. Anne tried to say it was due to light the fire ... but she had seen them shine before when there was no fire.

She had not told him about her suspicions regarding his father. The escape them Blackthorn Manor had not left time to think about anything else except from. But now she had to tell Merrick. He deserved to know. - I've been trying to tell you something. - She said.

- What is it?

For a moment Anne was mesmerized by the sight of Merrick licking fat from their long, thin fingers. The meat was a little messy and they had all the luxuries you would a house.

- Anne? - He asked.

She tried to regain her thoughts. - I think knowing who his father was.

His strange eyes were fixed on her in the darkness. - How could you know that? I do not even know.

Anne wore the pants he wore coarse to clean their hands greasy. - When I first saw it, I mean the light of day, I had the strange impression now having seen it before. On race day, I realized it was because you are parecidssimo with Lord Jackson Wulf. The reason I have not noticed before is because you have dark hair and light eyes while with it is the opposite.

Merrick frowned. - Wulf? I heard of them. Any man who understands something about horses heard them. Never saw them. They do not spend much time in London, I know.

- No. - she agreed. - They prefer to stay on the field most of the time. They ... well, there are many rumours about them.

His eyes met hers again. - Damned. - He said softly. - They say they are cursed by insanity.

Anne shook his hand in a gesture of denial. - I do not believe that they are cursed. Lord Jackson is really sweet if some is willing to meet him and as sane as any man. I'm not very familiar with the other brothers, but I'm sure you are very polite when they want. Lord Jackson and I are friends.

Merrick raised an eyebrow. - Friends?

She could be fooling yourself again, but Anne thought she caught a note of possessiveness in his voice. - He is married. - She revealed. - I mean, it was not when we are abroad, but now he is.

Merrick continued to study it, as if trying to decide whether her friendship with Lord Jackson could be more than innocent. He finally asked. - And I look like him?

She nodded. - Very. Too much to be coincidence.

Raising a canteen, Merrick drank. - The father is dead, if I remember right.

- Yes - Anne replied. - Just over ten years ago. He .. he killed himself. They say he was crazy when he did, and his wife crazy too, died soon after. This caused a scandal.

He was silent, as if digesting what she had told him. - What you said may be true, Anne, but do not think it makes a difference now.

His answer surprised her. Anne stood up the trunk where she was sitting. - It makes no difference? Knowing that you are a Wulf? Knowing you have half-brothers? This makes no difference to you?

Merrick shrugged. - Do not change anything for me, Anne. - He also stood up. - I'm still a bastard. A secret that my father wanted to keep hidden from the rest of the world. Your dirty little secret. I doubt that the brothers give me welcome into the family with open arms, wishing to divide their lives and fortune with me. I do not have anything. No name, and now, no position.

Anne came around the campfire to join him. - Tomorrow all this will change. - She reminded. - Tomorrow you will have what I have. More importantly, tomorrow you will have your revenge.

The bright his eyes held hers. - And you have yours. Okay, Anne?

She had to look away from him. To her, the marriage was not a simple matter of revenge. But Merrick does not need to know that. - Yes - she replied. - I will have my revenge.

The touch of his fingers on his face was gentle. He forced her to look at him again. - You should want more than that, Anne. Me, I cut my flesh by the need for revenge. But you're not like me. You are different.

Tears burned her eyes. She blinked them away. He was wrong. She was bitter. - I spent my life trying to be the person I thought my uncles wanted me. I spent my life trying to get them to love me. It was all I wanted, to be loved again.

His fingers lost away a tear on her face. His eyes were soft as he looked at her. - And you deserve to be ... loved. I'm thinking I cannot do it, Anne. Marry you. Not even for revenge.

Merrick also reject? That possibility had not occurred to Anne when she fled into the night with him. - You do not want me. - She whispered.

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if the accusation hurt. - I wanted from the first moment I saw her. There are things that even I do not understand about myself, Anne. You are good and kind and innocent, and you deserve more than that. An agreement.

She believed that harden their hearts against the world, to save it from suffering again. But now Anne understood that she was all that aspired to be when I grew up. Her heart was tender, and this man was tender. She walked over and touched his face.

- You're a better man he believes to be. No man has ever made me feel the things you make me feel. Merrick suddenly pulled away from her and stood back. - I make all women feel things. - He said, his tone grim - This is one of my "gifts".

Anne was not sure what he was saying. She supposed he was considering the physical appearance of it as a gift. His voice, low and rhythmic, flowing through it as sweet as honey, she imagined that it could be considered a gift, too. But Anne knew that her attraction to him was beyond the outer beauty. His scent, although attracted, could not make her feel something she did not feel honestly into it.

Wanted or not, Merrick had morals. She strongly suspected that he would not take her innocence tonight without marrying her tomorrow. What Anne left no choice but to seduce him. She could not go back now. She did not want to go back.

Anne closed the distance between them and touched him on the shoulder. He turned to look at her. Putting up on tiptoe she pressed her mouth against his. Although inexperienced in the art of seduction, Anne felt that I should get rid of all inhibition - simply acting on their emotions and let them carry it, and he with her, she hoped.

Merrick's lips were warm, firm, and sadly indifferent. She looked at him beneath the lashes. His eyes were open. She ended the contact.

- Tell me you want me, Anne.

Surely he knew she wanted him. Certainly he had the experience to know. - You know what I want.

Merrick shook his head. - No, I do not know. Is my scent that makes me want to? The reason has something to do with it? Say you want me, Anne. Just me.

He reached out and brought her closer. His scent was in the air now and Anne had to admit it was a powerful aphrodisiac. But it was the man she wanted. The man who taught her to ride bareback, which brought her to run over the moors by moonlight. The man who saved the wolves. The man who cared about her enough to warn her about the betrayal of his uncles. The man who would give back a fortune because he thought she deserved more than an agreement made by revenge.

Throughout his life, Anne had hoped to be loved again. Longed to be loved again. At that moment, she realized that she loved Merrick. Maybe he does not know it, but she knew, and at the time, was all that mattered.

- It's the man I want, Merrick. - She replied. - Is the man I love.

His eyes shone in the darkness. - Do you love me? A bastard? A man with strange gifts he does not understand, and a bitter heart against a world that does not have a suitable place for him?

Her arms entwined around his neck. - You belong with me. Fate brought us together. I need your strength and you need my softness.

Slowly, he lowered his head. His lips touched hers softly. - Do you have enough strength in you, Anne. - He said.

- Make love to me. - She whispered. - Share all that you are with me. And I will share with you all that I am, or I own.

Merrick made a low sound in his throat, almost a growl. His eyes glowed like blue fire at night. - Do not tempt me, Anne. You know what I want.

She lifted her chin. - So take me, Merrick.

He smiled for her boldness. - You want me to fall into the trap of taking her innocence only to be forced to say the votes tomorrow. Very clever, Anne. Although what he said was true, he did not need to make it look like that was the only reason for wanting him Anne. Who better than him? A man who understood her love for horses and horseback riding? A man who

would be independent and would not mind so much when she wanted to be bad once in a while, maybe since it was only with him? It was wrong to mislead you to make love to her. Anne loved him. He could not say, but he loved her too. Or she thought he loved her. Was he cheating again?

- Do you love me, Merrick?

He brushed a lock of unruly hair from her face. - You're a woman hard not to love.

That was not an answer. Not really. - Do you love me? - She repeated.

He looked away from her. She thought he was not responding, so he looked into her eyes again. - You know I love.

Her heart was shot in the chest. Joy rose within her, because she knew he was not lying to her. He was not trying to deceive her. After she got what she wanted. Boldly, Anne removed her shirt and matching. She stood before him naked to the waist.

- Show me you love me. - She said.

The fire in his eyes increased. His gaze ran down his bare flesh. Where he looked, his skin warmed. Her nipples hardened in the cold night air.

- Jesus, small. - He whispered, his voice low and husky. - You are beautiful. Her skin looks like a fine porcelain - so pale and soft I'm afraid I'll break it to touch you.

- I will not break. - She assured him, her voice faltering. - Touch me and see.

Merrick's eyes fixed on her. He approached and touched the face, caressing it gently before lowering his hands to her breasts. They could fit in his hands as if it were made just for him.

She gasped slightly as he rubbed his thumb over the sensitive nipple. He leaned over, kissed her neck, then down to your language to perform the same mesmerizing dance that

his thumb had just before. Anne clung to his hair. His knees almost buckled when he took the nipple and her hot mouth and sucked. He straightened up, looked into her eyes, then lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing.

The blankets were arranged them for the night and he took her to him, lowered her gently and knelt beside her. - What do you know about what happens being a man and a woman?

- Not much. - She replied. - My aunt never talked to me about these things. My maid told me that there would be pain in my first time with a man.

Merrick ran a finger over her arm. - I do not know how to be with a woman in her first time. But I know that there may be pleased with us. Are you willing to go through the pain first?

He was offering one last chance to regain her good sense. Anne did not want it back. She trusted him. She had to trust him. There would be no love without trust.

- Yes - she replied. - I trust you, Merrick.

Slowly, he pulled his shirt over his head. Anne had never seen him shirtless, and she quickly thought it was something she would often in the future. His skin glowed in the moonlight.

A light coat of the black covering his chest, narrowing into a thin line that ran down his stomach and set to disappear into the waist of his pants. She wanted to touch him. I so wish reached out and ran his fingers through his chest. It was hot, as she knew would. She did not know that a man could be so soft and look so hard. There was no excess therein. Only steel muscles and glorious golden skin.

- You are beautiful. - She whispered.

- Come to my arms. - He ordered. - Feel my skin against yours. Feel the difference between us.

She went willingly. The touch of her skin against his was something like she never experienced before. He twist hands in her hair and pulled her head back. Then he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.

They sank into a kiss which merged mouths, tongues collided and slid gently in the night breeze. The gentle rise of his chest teased her nipples and made the heat flow in the place between her legs. He lowered her onto the blanket, mouths still attached, skin against skin. Just as her head touched the ground, protected by his hand, he broke the kiss. Merrick looked at her, hypnotizing her with his strange nocturnal eyes, then bent down to kiss her neck.

He was down, finding her nipple and drawing him deep into the mouth which made her bury her nails into his shoulders. Her hips arched upward by an uncontrollable force. Between her legs began to throb. Slowly his hand began to wander through your body. He came to the moors of her pants and loose then pulled the pants down of the hips and legs.

Anne had always been a shy person by nature. It was not easy to lose that shyness just in one night. But when Merrick kissed her again, she began to relax. While she distracted by the skill of his mouth, he showed the ability of his fingers.

The first touch made her jump, take her hand there, where no man has been before. He soothed her with kind words, but he continued to kiss her, doing nothing but stroking snails protecting your lot. It was so strange, Anne decided more distracted by his tongue deeper into his mouth than by knowing the intention that his hand concealed.

When she resisted, he became bold. Gently he slid a finger into her slit and rubbed a place where all the sensations it certainly became. Anne gasped and tried to close her legs.

- No. - he said softly. - Do not close to me. Let me give you pleasure before you cause pain.

Her face burned with shame. - I. .. I'm wet there, for some reason.

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss and smooth. - If you were not, I would not be doing my job. You are wet so that our bodies can join. It is to welcome me inside you, so do not close for me.

Anne forced her body to relax. She never imagined that all intimacy with a man would, but she thought it would be a quick meeting, both exposing only the necessary parts to complete the act, then quickly arrange your clothes and go to sleep. Necessary parts was hammering in his mind.

- Can I touch you, too. - She asked. - I mean, where do I want?

He arched an eyebrow. - Curious?

- Yes - she replied.

He leaned down and kissed her again. - My body is yours tonight. - He quickly stood up, pulled off his boots, then went to the loops of his pants Cossack style. Anne turned aside placing the hands over the head and watched. She thought he took an abnormally long time to cast off his pants. She even came to think that he was rolling, he might be more timid than I intended to show off, but then realized she was holding her breath, her eyes glued on the bonds while their fingers loosened the unhurried, and he did it for her pleasure. Finally the shackles were loose and he slid his trousers hips and legs and dropped. He straightened up and stood naked before her. She supposed her eyes widened - resembling the twin moons. Whispered words by women at the fair as "stud" back to her mind, and with good reason.

- Do you like what you see, Anne?

She looked up into his face. Shadows hid his features, but his eyes still glowed blue. Slowly, her eyes wandered through it again. Passed by broad shoulders, his muscular chest and abdomen straight to the member jutting out proudly from the body, and particularly impressive. His hips were narrow, its sides smooth, muscled legs were long and covered by black.

- Yes - she whispered. - Whatever its lineage, you are a fine specimen of a man.

He was close to her, leaning beside her. Although his eyes were on fire, his touch was gentle. He kissed her softly - causing her lips until she slipped her arms around his neck and twined her fingers in his hair. He lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms and the contact of skin against skin, male against female warmed her body and destroyed any defence that remained. Slowly, he traced his finger down the neck to her navel and then fell over.

- I want to touch you, taste you, make you mine ... forever.

She wanted it too. Be possessed by it, own it too. Boldly, she reached out and touched him, letting his fingers slide off his chest, the flat stomach, and it involved sex. He shivered slightly and Anne quickly withdrew his hand.

- Did I hurt you? - She whispered.

- No, - he said. - Just took me by surprise.

Again she reached out and touched him. - It's always so ... so ..?

- No. - he assured her again. - Although when I'm around you, yes, most of the time.

She wanted to ask him more, but he leaned in and kissed her again. Anne was innocent but not so innocent that he did not understand the conversation had ended. He was bending down and kissed her neck, then down more. While teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue, his hand came down again to the female lot, and she did not close to him. He stroked her there as he had done before, caressed her until she bit her lip and moved against the pressure of his fingers. A force began to grow within her - a desperate need - a hunger that she has never felt before.

Her breathing became irregular. Her nails dug into his back, and she writhed beneath him as if he had control over his body. He increased the pressure and he slid a finger inside her she almost jumped out of the blanket.

- Calm. - He said against her mouth and Anne thought that this was the same tone he used to calm skittish horses. The pressure stopped and she wanted to whimper - beg - but for what she was not sure yet. Gently, he spread her legs with his knees and positioned himself between them. Instinctively, Anne tensed beneath him, but he kissed her, distracting her from her sudden fear, and when he made no other movement, she began to relax, to enjoy his mouth moving against hers, his tongue deepening in her mouth at a pace that wanted to accompany her hips for some strange reason.

His hand slid between them again and he resumed torture. He said she should be wet there and Anne was glad for it or would have been terribly embarrassed. He wore this moisture, rubbing her sensitive spot until she thought something was going to explode inside her. Then she felt him positioning himself at the entrance of her womanhood.

It was great there as well as all of it was great, and she felt him stretched with the tip of his cock. He moved a little further into her and she gasped with pressure. He gasped too, but for a different kind of agony, she thought.

- Damn. - He whispered. - You should not be so good to play. I'm trying to go easy on you, Anne. It is very hard to do that when you're so sweet.

And with that, he penetrated deeply. The pain was acute and sharp and surprised. She did not scream, although the breath left her lips was more forced than before. Tears burned her eyes, and for a moment she wondered how he managed to seduce her for this purpose. He deepened and she braced for more pain. She did not come. Not that she was very aware of him, filling its size, the stretching, but there was no pain, just pressure.

- Now that the pain is gone, I can give you pleasure. - He said. - Are you okay?

She nodded. He kissed her deeply, while downstairs he slowly but constantly invaded your body. He moved, and moved in such a way that stimulated in the same way as he had done with his fingers before. It was not unpleasant

Her hips arched to him. He took a deep breath and plunged deeper. She took a deep breath, too, and then his body took control, his instincts, his passion for it, and the gentle courtship is over. His scent filled her senses something primal and came inside her. Her nails dug into his back, his teeth nipped at his neck, and he drove deeper, stronger, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. She started throbbing and pulsing after which they were united. Desperation was moving wildly beneath him. He pushed her back, laced his fingers in her hair and stared at him, her eyes sparkling with passion.

It was then that she found pleasure, when the pressure had reached a point that could no longer be contained. The warmth spread through her, and her body continued to twitch and convulse against him, and he was still moving, still drove just prolonging the pleasure until she thought he would die. When she thought she could not take it anymore he penetrated deeply growled his name, and remained there, standing as if on the verge of death. Then

she felt him shudder. She clung to him, her heart beating wildly against each other, bodies covered in sweat, rapid breaths and irregular.

She thought it was over, the storm that had fallen on them, and had beaten the weary would just stay lying exhausted, but then Merrick groaned and rolled away from her. He doubled over, clutching the stomach.

Anne struggled to lay aside His limbs seemed to have bones. - What is this, Merrick?

He did not answer, but her body shook. Anne had no knowledge about making love, but she did not think it was part of the act. - Merrick. - She tried again. - Look at me! Tell me what's happening!

He tilted his head back. His eyes glowed blue, it was not something strange to her, but when he gasped with pain, the moonlight shone in his teeth and they were not like what they were moments ago. His fangs had increased and resembled prey. She touched his face and he grabbed her wrist. Anne almost cried. His fingers were bent, her nails jutting out from his fingertips like claws.

Looking at his hands, as she did, Merrick quickly dropped. - What am I? - He whispered, and his voice sounded distorted. - What am I? - He shouted, his voice in agony as her body began to convulse and writhe.

Anne crawled away from him. Grabbed his blanket on the floor and curled up in it. Trembling, she watched, terrified and useless. What she saw happening before it could not be real. Such things happen only in nightmares. Merrick was still lying on the floor, naked, writhing, but as she watched, hair began to cover his body. Its members shrank, his features changed, and where there was a man lying down, now arose an animal on all fours, standing, staring at her in the darkness. - Merrick? - She whispered.

The beast did not respond. Instead, looked toward the sky the full moon. The wolf howled, and Anne heard that sound all the pain and anger of a betrayed man.

The animal lowered his head and looked at Anne. He bared his mouth, showing his fangs impressive. Loved by him as man killed by him as beast. The thought floated in the mind of Anne before darkness descend upon his vision, surrounding it on all sides, swallowing it whole.

09

The sun shining through the trees woke Anne. She was curled in a ball, her blanket tight against her. For a moment she could not remember where he was or why. She tried to move and your muscles protested. The pain between her legs brought the night before his mind. She sat up abruptly and looked around the camp.

Merrick was sitting on a log looking at her. He put on his pants and sat with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, shaking. He looked human again ... almost. His eyes looked haunted.

- What happened to me, Anne?

She did not want to think about it. She wanted desperately to pretend that last night had not existed ... at least after a certain point. - You turned into a wolf.

He winked. - What do you mean? I acted like an animal?

Anne had difficulty capturing what had happened last night, let alone explain, and the person had happened. She could just be direct. - No, Merrick. A wolf. An animal. You turned into a before my own eyes.

He ran a shaking hand over her hair, then held his hand in front of him and looked at her. What you are saying is impossible!

- It is possible. - She argued, still clutching the blanket around her in the cold morning air. - I never would have believed it ... until last night.

He got up and got rid of the blanket. - We must have dreamed it. - He said, and the look he gave her begging for her to agree with him.

Anne could pretend? His whole life was a sham so far. She should be honest with him and you. - His gifts. - She said. - This may be one of them?

- Dons? - He growled. - If what you say happened to me is not a gift, Anne. It is a curse.

- What do you remember last night? - She asked.

His angry expression softened for a moment. Merrick joined Anne, stooping down beside her. - Knots - he replied. - Together. As a. Then the pain. The horrible pain. After that, nothing until I woke up naked and shivering in the woods this morning.

Anne looked down to his hands gripping the blanket. - I thought I was dying. - She confessed, looking at him again. - When you stood in front of me like a wolf, I thought you were going to kill me.

His eyes clouded and he looked away. - I would never hurt you, Anne. Take my own life before I allow, in any way, take you. - He looked at her again. - I have to go here.

Today was for her the day of her wedding. And no, it would be a great event with flowers and a church and attending the whole society, but somehow it was, was to be her day. Last night, Anne had found searching this man. She could not let the dream die. - Maybe not happen again. - Maybe it was the expression of a wish, but Anne was not sure of not being right. Maybe last night were both drugged, drugged with each other, when she thought he had turned into a wolf.

- And if it happens, Anne?

- And if not? - She countered.

He looked into her eyes for a long time before saying. - Okay. Let's wait for another night. Hope it's not a mistake, Anne.

Merrick went hunting in the afternoon. His senses, ever stronger, he suspected, than a normal man, was now increased tenfold. He listened as never heard before. Via movements in the bushes and in distance that no normal man could see. Sometimes when he looked for an animal, he saw the animal, only the red blood coursing through the veins.

Could what Anne said what happened last night had really happened? He saw flashes in your mind all day. Flashes of them together, making love, then the pain, the sight of her hands, covered with hair, claws coming out of his nails, he felt almost sick with memories ... sick, and yet when I looked at Anne moving to around the camp he felt something more. Something primitive. The instinct to mate with her again.

Merrick shook his head and tried to expel the thought. He cast his seed inside of Anne last night, sure that she would marry her today. If he really was this beast now, this man during the day and at night an animal, he could not marry her. And yet he could have generated bastard. He above any other man should do better than that with any child.

- Anne, come here. - He called.

She looked at him throwing another armful of wood on the fire, where a spit roasting their dinner. He expected her to show cautious with him now, but she did not hesitate to approach him.

- What is Merrick?

She stood before him, so beautiful, her eyes showing concern ... concern for him, he realized. - Sit down. - He nodded toward the seat next to him.

- But our dinner ... - She began.

- It can wait. - He added.

Anne sat down beside him. He took her hand and her delicate pale in him. - Tonight, when the moon is high, if it happens again, I want you to make me a promise.

- That tree. - Anne said, nodding in the direction where their blankets were scattered. - I can climb it easily ...

- No. - he interrupted, looking deeply into her eyes. - I do not want to run from me, Anne. Merrick took the pistol that was in his waistband and handed it to her. - I want you to kill me.

The lovely her eyes widened. She refused to take the gun he was trying to force on your hands. - No, Merrick. - She murmured. - Do not ask me to do this. I love you.

His heart twisted in his chest. He took her hand and forced her to grab the gun. - If you love me you will do this for me, Anne. I will not have a life. A man during the day, a beast at night. 'm Better off dead.

Her eyes filled with tears. She shook her head. - You can have a life, Merrick. With me. As planned. I've been thinking. We seek the brothers Wulf ... - No. - he interrupted. - I will not crawl begging them. I have my pride, Anne. If they are my blood relatives, our father did not want them to have anything to do with me or I would have created along with them. He would have made them to know about me before he died.

- But maybe they know what is happening to you. - Anne insisted. - They say that they are cursed. Perhaps the curse is not insanity, as everyone believes. Maybe they suffer what you are suffering now. Maybe they know how to ...

- Anne. - He said more gently. - Do not you see? It's because my father must have known that something was wrong with me he kept me a secret, hidden, ashamed and embarrassed because of me. No. I will not look for them.

She tossed the pistol and stood looking at him. - Would you rather die? - She asked. - That is, Merrick? His pride is worth more than your life, what our life together?

He got up to look at her in the eye. - We have a life together. - He spoke frankly as if she were a child without intelligence. - Not if it happens again tonight. Now, promise me.

Anne shook her head. - I will not promise you anything. Do not think you'll hurt me, Merrick. You could have done it last night. I was unconscious. You cannot remember what happened, but I believe you still somehow being you, even when the beast takes physical form.

- You believed that your uncles cared more about you than your heritage too. - He remembered unkindly. When she stepped back, as if he had struck, it really felt like an animal. - Forgive me for that. - He said softly. - It was a cruelty say that.

Anne straightened and lifted her chin. - The truth is often cruel. So while we are addressing the issue honestly, maybe you should examine your own reasons for refusing any help from anyone. I think you like it, Merrick. Being a bastard. To be bitter. Wanting revenge. If you have all that, then you do not need anything else, or someone. You do not need to be responsible. You do not need to share your heart. You do not have to give. You need not feel that succeed where his father failed. You do not have to look in the mirror one day and realize that you are just like him.

- I'm not like him! - Merrick had not meant to scream - not meant to make her jump - but damn, it was not like the sad excuse of a man who had generated. He would never leave his child ... or abandon? For all we know he could be doing this. Merrick was not hungry anymore. He needed time to think. He's gone.

He half expected Anne to stop him, but she did not. It was better than she had. Physical hunger was gone, but his hunger for her was another matter. He wanted her. But it could not be for love, not for lust would. The man knew it ... the beast prowled inside there.

10

Anne was dozing when Merrick agreed. He spread his blanket naked. She began to fear that he would not return. She checked out the horses tied in a meadow next to make sure that the stallion was still beside his horse. Anne had eaten, cleaned the camp, done everything they remembered to pass the time, then remained sleepy with nothing to distract her.

- Anne. - He murmured, pulling her toward him. She went willingly, nestling in his heat. His hair was damp. He obviously found a stream and bathed, and she longed to do the same. She cleaned the best I had been able to earlier with the water that had the flasks.

- You know your smell travels through the forest and finds me no matter how far I am? - He asked, rubbing his nose gently against her throat. - Your scent always calls me back to you. I cannot resist it. Her hands roamed over him as if she had no control over them. Merrick and she could have dreamed last night? Could two people, united by the body, the soul and the heart share the same nightmare?

More than anything, Anne wanted to believe that they could, which indeed they had. His hands moving through the body warm and muscular him, said he was just a man. He pressed himself against her and she felt he was ready for it. His pulse quickened. Anne closed her eyes and refused to think about what happened last night. Behind closed eyelids she would see if his eyes glowed blue in the dark. - Kiss Me. - She whispered.

He did so very gently, which almost broke her heart. His body trembled with desire for her, and yet his lips were soft. She knew at that moment that I should not fear him ever. No matter if you shared the nightmare or if the nightmare was real, Merrick had in his heart the intention of hurting her. Whoever he was, whatever it was, she loved him.

Her hands grabbed his hair and she leaned her mouth beneath his, opening up more and inviting the invasion. He did. The tenderness faded with the growing passion. Suddenly he was pulling her clothes, and she did everything she could to help him. His respirations were irregular with kisses. His hands roamed over her, all over the place, breast, stomach, between her legs.

She was already wet for him as his fingers caressed her. He moaned into her mouth and spread her legs with knees. He had been kind to her last night. That night he broke up, penetrating deep into one stable movement that once gasp.

- Embrace me with your legs, Anne - he ordered.

Without hesitation, she obeyed. He grabbed her hips and pushed deeply again and again, time after time until it starts to throb, pain and pleasure, clinging to him as he led them to the brink of sanity. He became primitive, biting her neck, but never hard enough to draw blood, and she, in turn, wore her nails into his back, encouraging him, becoming like him early. The tension was brewing inside it - growing until it exploded. She arched against him and shouted his name. A deep dive and she felt him pulsing inside her, felt him releasing his seed.

She clung to him, both with difficulty breathing, their hearts beating wildly ... then the first spasm pain hit. Merrick moved away from her.

- The pistol, Anne. - He said through gritted teeth. - Take the gun!

She sat up, pulling the blanket against her bare breasts, staring at him. Their eyes met and settled. Slowly, she shook her head. - No, Merrick. I will not pick up.

The pain made him twitch, did curl up in a ball, her knees against her chest. His eyes glowed blue, but even in the darkness she saw them fill with tears.

- Please, Anne. - He managed. - I would die if I ever hurt her. I love you.

She walked over and touched his hair, pulling them out of the face. - I trust you, Merrick. Now you must find the strength to trust yourself.

- Damn, Anne! - He shouted. - Its trusting heart will lead you to death!

Another contraction, even stronger, shook him. Anne turned away from him. She leaned against the tree that had told him to climb if he felt threatened, but still was not ready to be put into action. The gun was in the bag she had left near the tree. With trembling hands, she reached into the bag and pulled out the gun.

Before it, the blanket which had just been loving, Merrick danced the dance of the wolf. His body twisted and turned. The hair grew, then the teeth, claws, his body flinched and then he was gone. The wolf quickly placed upright.

Despite what he had told Merrick, his first instinct was to grab the gun firmly, lift it and take aim. The animal looked at her straight in the eye. Merrick's eyes were looking at her across the face of the wolf. Anne dropped the pistol.

- You want to kill me, then go ahead. - She said softly. - But the man with whom he shares the body will be very angry.

The wolf cocked his head to the side. Shortly after he turned and walked away into the night. Anne let out the breath she'd been holding. She left the pistol in his hand and pulled the blanket around her. She would wait for the morning to see if Merrick had told the truth. If you smell always brought him back to her.

Anne spent all night waiting, listening, waiting for Merrick returned to her in the form of the man she loved. A branch broke and she looked up. Merrick was standing naked in the bush. He shivered in the morning air. Anne tightened the blanket, got up and went near him. They just looked at each other for a moment before she gets closer, opening her blanket and wrap it with her. His skin was cold.

- Why did not you do what I asked him to do, Anne? - He asked against her hair. - We both know it was not a dream we share.

- And we both know you will not hurt me. - She argued.

- Yes - he gritted his teeth.

She tilted her head to look at him. - Why do you always think the worst of yourself, Merrick?

He looked at her eyes hardened. - And how you can stay here with me, sharing her warmth when you know what I am now?

She pulled the blanket tighter around them. - Because I love you. - She replied. - That's what love is, Merrick. It is unconditional. His love for me is not the same?

He fought to get rid of the blanket and pull away from her. Merrick walked to where he had left his clothes the night before and began to dress. - It's because I love you that I do what is best for you, Anne. I'll take her to London.

Her heart sank. - London?

- You certainly have friends there with whom you can stay. You will find a suitable man and have to be quick with it as well as I should have done from the beginning.

Anne frowned at him. - I will not leave. We are within a day's ride from Gretna Green and intend to go back and marry you, how combine.

Merrick pulled his shirt over his head. - I will not marry you, Anne. Not now.

They were back at it again. Anne felt the frustration tying your stomach. - Then you should take me back home. - She said. - Not to London.

Merrick stopped being dressed to rub his forehead. - You cannot go back there and you know it. Not until ...

- I will not marry another. - She interrupted. - I'll go home and make the best of my life, wiser now regarding my uncles. Perhaps by the time you return. Perhaps in time you will come to love me as I love you.

He cursed and went to her side. - Not that I do not love you, Anne. You know I love. But ... But your pride makes you turn away from everything that could be yours. - She interrupted again.

Merrick wondered what was wrong with the girl. She did not realize that it was impossible for them to get together now? He was cursed? She would be cursed along with it? Without considering that it might already be in spite of what he was, but because of who he was. It was foolish of him to agree to her marriage proposal. What was he thinking? She could do it to be more than it was?

She had done it more than he ever dreamed of being. Being loved by a woman like her. Thoughts of revenge against her social class disappeared at the wonder of your love. He had thought at all due to the act of a man. Anne had shown him that there was still goodness left in the world, kindness to be found in others, regardless of whether they lived in a mansion or in a stable.

Through it, he felt hope. Hope that could rise up and who was to become a better man. Now he knew to be a better man did not depend on the condition of his birth or where he called home. But he learned these lessons too late. Now he was not even a man. It was something else.

Merrick looked at Anne, standing with his blanket wrapped around her body, her chin high. Even without the fancy clothes and affected their ways, she was a lady from head to toe. His mother would have liked her. And Anne was right. It was his damn pride that made it less than it could be. Had always been his pride.

- What do you want me to do, Anne?

Her eyes softened. - I want you to marry me, Merrick. I want you to go to his half-brothers and talk to them about what is happening to you. If they invite you to be part of their lives, then you must accept and declare that they are your family. Likewise I will.

He breathed deeply. His pride was a hard thing to leave out, but for her, he would. - If that's what you want, Anne. For you, I will open my hand pride. For you I'll do anything.

Her face seemed illuminated from the inside out. Her smile almost blinded him. She began to approach him, but the pain suddenly came to Merrick again. He doubled. He put his hands on his knees, trying hard to breathe. The next pain sent him to the ground.

- Merrick!

Anne's voice came to him from far away. Sweat soaked his forehead. This could not be happening. It was still day, no night, with the moon hanging in the sky. Was this something that curse grew stronger every day? Soon he would cease to be a man completely?

- Merrick!

He felt Anne's hand on his shoulder and got rid of it. - No, Anne. - He warned. - Stay away! It's happening again. - His eyes searched frantically through the camp. - The pistol, Anne. Where is?

- I will not use it. I do not need it. - She said, bending down beside him. - I trust you, Merrick. You have not learned to trust yourself.

She was vulnerable. She was not even wearing clothes to protect her from her teeth, claws, if he attacked. Trust was easy when you had control over himself, but when the animal dominated ...

- Where is the gun? - He repeated, another sharp pain ripping your stomach.

She did not answer, but his eyes moved toward the bag at the base of the tree where she had placed their blankets for the night. He stumbled up and headed to where the bag was. Anne was on to him and they both grabbed the bag at the same time. - No, Merrick! - She sobbed.

He pushed and shoved his hand into the bag, removing the pistol. The gun was cold in his hands and he trembled so much that he wondered if it could cocks and shoot. Damned if he would live his life as an animal. He steadied the gun, the barrel looked long and straight, then his gaze turned to Anne. Her beautiful eyes were flooded with tears, pleading, loving. She reached out to him.

- Do not do this to me. - She whispered. - If you take your life, you will take mine.

He hesitated.

- Trust yourself, Merrick. - She said. - Trust me.

Could he? He never confided in anyone but his poor mother. She had trusted a man once. A man who cast aside quickly when I knew she was carrying his child. It was the nature of man, Merrick soon learned, take the easy way out. Had been her ... until now. Slowly, he lowered his weapon.

- For you, I promised I would do anything. Trust as trust you, Anne.

Merrick was suddenly thrown back against the tree. This caused him to lose the air, and when he opened his mouth to breathe, a blue light was launched out. His vision blurred. Her throat burned. Tears streamed from his eyes and he could not close his mouth, could not breathe. The light took on a shape, assumed a form that was a wolf. Only when the format was completed and stood between him and Anne he managed to suck air into the lungs. The animal stared at him as he struggled to catch his breath. Merrick stared back.

- Get out of here, Wolf. - He growled.

The way ran slowly through the forest.

- Merrick! - Anne was beside him, his hands frozen hair away from his face. - What happened?

He was not sure ... but he felt different now. Differently than you ever felt before. It was almost as if he were blind, deaf, but no, your skills just had weakened to what he thought was the sight and sound of normal people. He looked at the pale face of Anne.

- I think he came inside me. - Told her. - The gifts, the curse, whatever it was. Gone.

- Although. - She whispered. - Sure, Merrick?

He had, and Merrick did not know how he felt about it yet. The gifts were part of it, the curse was still a recent thing. He was just a man now. But no, he was a man who loved a woman. One that would be beside him, cursed or not.

- I'm sure. - He replied.

Anne sat on his heels, looking somewhat shaken by what had just happened. - What should we do?

There was only one thing to do. Continue with the rest of their lives. He took the cold hand of Anne in his and kissed her fingers. - I'm thinking we should go to Gretna Green. I plan to marry you today, Lady Anne.

Her lips trembled when she smiled, but she was made of a material harder than imagined. Then she frowned. - Just occurred to me that you have no name to give me, Merrick.

He thought about it, but only for a moment. - My name is Wulf, Wulf Merrick, and I'm thinking that after we got married it's time to go visit my half-brothers. We may need their help in the days to come.

Tears glistened in her eyes. - You do that for me? Merrick pulled her into his arms. - I told you, I'll do anything for you, Anne.

- Anything? - She asked, looking at him from beneath the lashes.

She was naked under the blanket and Merrick was thinking it would not take long to recover from what happened and become a man and only a man. He thought he knew what this lovely lady wanted.

- We have all day to get to Gretna Green. - He said, leaning over to kiss her. - What did you want to ask me, Anne?

She put a finger to his lip to stop it. - I want to ride your horse bareback and totally naked.

Merrick blinked at her. It was not the start he had imagined for their new life, but as he said, he could not deny her anything.

- And you will. - He assured her, leaning in to kiss her again. - But later.

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