Its massive paws, each the size of a dinner plate, made n
er lungs. A frantic, useless calculation ran through her min
its body. It lowered its enormous head, its hot, coppery breath washing over her face
ng the snap of jaws,
om its mouth. It gently, deliberately, li
sn't entirely from fear. She saw something in its deep blue eyes. Not hung
rilliant, silver-blue light erupted from it,
t faded, the
man knelt on one
lored skin a roadmap of old, faded scars. Wild, dark hair fell across a ruggedly hands
ific, orderly view of the univers
he breathed, the wor
nreadable. "Are you hurt?" he asked. His voic
aining took over, pushing down the shock. She pointed a tr
nd the other behind her back, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. His movements
sense of security washed over her. It was primal a
ky finger at the pile of tubers she had dug up. "The foo
brow. He clearly didn't recognize them as food. But he didn't argue
into thick, black claws. He plunged his tiger claws into the soil and, with a few powerful
al backhoe at work. "Use the vines," she instructed, her
several-hundred-pound weight onto one shoulder with sickening ease, and slung the massive bundle o
sage wa
scarred back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The feeling of her skin ag
must have weighed close to a ton-he moved through the dense, uneven fores
he tried to probe.
ence. Then
ibe are
his one heavier.
cientist knows when to stop collecting data. She changed the subject,
nt, crude outline of the Silverfox Clan'
he air. A lookout had spotted them, smelling the blood
ears and stone axes, forming a defensive line at the e
owd, not just at the dead boar, but at the man himself-a powerful, scarred, and completely naked stranger. Some of the younger females quickly averted their eyes, their faces flushing a deep
in shock as he saw Abigail, alive and r
mask of pure, undiluted jealousy when she saw Abigail not only ali
the square and dropped the boar carcass and the bundl
g in front of her like a shield. He swept his cold, blue eyes over th

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