Authors: Susan Krinard
crippled legs. But like all dreams, this too must come to an end.
Moving by the tiniest increments, she leaned back to study Morgan's face. It had not yet
taken on the harsh lines and wariness it usually wore by daylight, nor did his features
reflect the surrender and abandon of their love-making. Jaw, lips, eyes, forehead, all
were relaxed. Waiting. Holding fast to the peace he so seldom allowed himself.
She ached to touch him. But if he still slept, she couldn't rob him of these moments. She
wished she could sleep again and find herself in a new dream, one in which she and
Morgan were together with no thought of the vast gulf that lay between them.
A raven croaked harshly among the pines outside. Morgan opened one eye and
muttered an inaudible curse. His arm tightened about her as if he expected her to flee.
"Good morning," she whispered. She kissed his cheek, challenging him to reject that
homely intimacy. His jaw flexed and released. "Did you sleep well?”
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He might have thought her mad for indulging in such banal civilities, as if they were an
ordinary newlywed couple the first morning after their marriage—a little shy, a little
awkward, still aglow with sensual discoveries and looking forward to many more such
adventures to come.
But he turned his head to look at her, and all the tenderness he found so difficult to
show lay raw and exposed in his eyes. "Did you?”
"Very well." She tucked her head on his shoulder and laced her fingers through his. "I
only wish
”
He stiffened. "What do you wish?”
She threw caution to the winds. "I wish that you and I could make this moment last
forever.”
He sat up, taking care to let her down gently as he changed position. Athena swallowed
the sudden thickness of tears and drew her knees to her chest. You have ruined it.
Words
words only frighten him away.
Morgan sat with his back to the sloping cave wall just as he had last night before the
loving, as unapproachable as a heathen idol carved of stone. She knew the nature of
the heart that beat within his broad chest, the gentleness of which he was capable, the
stubborn loyalty that belied his judgment of himself. But he wanted to pretend she did
not understand.
"It's no use, Morgan," she said. "We cannot go back.”
He stared fiercely at the opposite wall. A gust of cold air blew in the cave mouth, lifting
long black strands of hair across his face and shoulders. He made no attempt to brush
them away.
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"No," he said. "You cannot go back to what you were.”
It was not what she had meant. "An invalid? Living in denial of half of myself? You're
right, Morgan. I can only go forward, as you must.”
He said nothing. She wanted to scream and jump up and down, if only to make him look
at her. The closeness of their joining had been as fragile as a snowflake, evaporated in
an instant of heat and passion. How could everything they had built last night have
vanished so completely?
With an effort she composed herself. Violent emotion would only drive him further away.
The wrong words might frighten him, but they were all she had.
"We never finished our discussion," she said. "There is still time for you to tell me
everything, Morgan. I said I would listen, and not judge. I meant it. And whether you like
it or not, you can't shut me out so easily. You see
I love you.”
The cave reverberated with her calm declaration. Her heart tripped out a frantic tattoo.
Morgan blinked, once, the only sign that he had heard and understood.
"There," she said with false lightness. "I have given you my greatest secret. I doubt that
yours is any more terrifying.”
Slowly he looked at her, expressionless to any eyes but hers. "What do you want of
me?”
No tears, she commanded. It is his way. It is always his way to hide when he feels too
much. "I want to know what you want. I want to understand why you think you must
protect me from yourself when we have given each other so much.”
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He took in a long, deep breath and let it out again, wreathing his face in mist. "Will you
come with me, now?”
"What?”
"I asked you once before," he said. "Will you come with me—away from Denver, from
Colorado, taking nothing, giving up everything you've known? Will you, Athena?”
Yes, her heart cried. Yes, yes, and yes. But there was something wrong with his
question and her own response to it. She hesitated, and in that hesitation lay the cold,
hard seed of doubt.
So much had altered since the first time he had asked her to abandon her life. She had
remembered how to Change, and healed herself. She had begun to discover that what
seemed important was only window dressing and false pride. She had learned to love,
not with charitable dispassion, but with her entire soul.
She was not the person she had been a few months ago. But Morgan demanded her
complete surrender without offering his trust in return. He had tried to drive her away
even as he claimed her for his own. He asked her to run, not toward a real life together,
but away from what he feared in himself.
"You want me to go with you," she said. "But you expect me to do so in ignorance. You
want me to trust you, when you will not trust me with the things that have hurt you and
made you what you are. You refuse to believe that I'm strong enough to accept
whatever you tell me." She held out her hand, cupping her palm as if she could touch
his face. "All I ask is that you confide in me, Morgan. Confide in the woman who loves
you. If you do that now, for me, I will go with you to the ends of the earth.”
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Dry leaves rustled across the cavern floor. Athena's heart beat five, ten, twenty times
before Morgan moved. He smiled, only with his mouth, and she knew that she had lost
her gamble.
"Your love is not enough," he said, almost gently. "The answers you want are only the
beginning. You would find no contentment, no peace. You would always expect what I
can't give you.”
"You mean that you could not love me.”
"Love breaks like thin ice on a lake just when you think it is sound to cross." He lowered
his head so that the dark mass of his hair concealed his face. "It's a hard lesson, but it
will make you stronger in the end.”
"Strong
as you are? Is this your example, Morgan?" She uncurled and stood to face
him. "Is it strength to pretend that none of this ever happened? Should I let my past
determine my future, crawl back into my chair and play at being helpless so that I will be
safe until the day I die?”
"You will not be safe in Denver.”
Such irrational anger stirred in Athena that it was as if the wolf had taken her mind
without Changing her body.
"Oh?" she choked out. "What danger will I face, once you are gone? My heart will be
cast in iron, but I'll still be able to help those who can find some use in hope. If I'm
careful, I can concoct an explanation for my recent behavior that may convince society
to accept me back into its midst.”
His eyes burned through the veil of his hair. "You will not be safe as long as your
brother is alive.”
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"I know
I know that he tried to kill you, but he is not an evil man. I will talk to him. I'll
make him understand, and he'll regret what he did—”
"No." Morgan stood, moving as if every bone and muscle in his body had been torn
apart. "Niall told me the truth about your mother, Athena. He hid it from you all these
years. He wanted you to remain dependent and weak, so that he wouldn't have to
remember the woman who stole your father's love.”
"What truth?" she whispered.
Morgan hesitated, staring toward the mouth of the cave.
"What truth?" She strode toward him and stood so close that he had no choice but to
meet her gaze. "Tell me!”
He lifted his hand and let it fall. "He told me that he got rid of your mother.”
Her knees locked, keeping her on her feet. "I don't understand.”
"He hated her. He hated what she was, and that your father loved her more than he did
his own mother. He was still a boy when he—”
"No." She pressed her hands over her ears. "I don't believe it.”
"He had no reason to lie to me." The gentleness of Morgan's voice pierced her shock as
no shout could. "Listen to me. You must be on guard against him. He knows what you
are, and he hates you for it, just as he hated your mother. You betrayed him when you
came to me. He will not forgive you, Athena. If he killed once, he can kill again.”
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"Like you?" She backed toward the entrance. "Do you presume to understand what Niall
is because you have committed murder?”
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She had sworn not to
judge him, not to use his past against him, and she had failed in her promise.
"Morgan—”
His eyes were frosted glass. "I should have killed him.”
In that moment she believed that he had done what Cecily claimed, that he could kill a
man without compunction or regret. She stood on the lip of the cave, half in light and
half in shadow, driven just as surely between woman and wolf, trust and betrayal, love
and hate.
There was no certainty, no peace. The two men she loved most had become deadly
strangers. Doubt ate at her like a cancer. Her familiar world had done more than
change; it had shattered. She had only the smallest hope of putting it back together
again. And she must do it alone. For Morgan's sake, for Niall's
and because she had
no right to happiness she had not earned.
"I am going," she said. "I'm going to find my brother and make him tell me the truth."
She stepped into harsh noon light, and Morgan tensed to follow. "No. Don't come after
me. You owe me nothing." She closed her eyes to the sight of his beloved face. "You
are free.”
He laughed wretchedly. "Don't trust him. Athena—”
She Changed and was ready when he followed. She turned on him, snapping and
snarling, until he had to retreat or defend himself. But he did not Change. He knelt in the
snow, hands on his thighs, and watched her go.
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Phantom tears gathered behind her wolf's eyes. It must be this way. Niall is still my
brother. You would destroy us both if you killed for my sake. And I am not strong
enough, my love. Not strong enough to believe in you.
Athena lost herself in the wolf and ran, with all her strength, until she knew nothing but
the flex of muscle and the rush of wind through her fur. When she reached the ranch
she traced a wide circle around the buildings and approached from the rear of the
house, a shadow all but invisible to human eyes. At the door she Changed, slipped into
the house, and dashed up the stairs to her room. There she hastily donned a calico skirt
and shirtwaist, barely enough to cover her nakedness.
Voices echoed downstairs, but none of them was Niall's. She took the stairs two at a
time and confronted a pair of startled troupers, men she recognized as Harry's star
aerialists.
"Where is Mr. Munroe?" she demanded.
They exchanged glances. "Miss Athena?" one of them said. "He left with Caitlin, just
after dawn.”
She had no time to consider the implications of Caitlin's involvement. "Where did they
go?”
"I heard it was to look for you in Denver," the other man said. "Harry and Ulysses left
last night. They said you might be in trouble." He paused. "Can we help, Miss Athena?”
She shook her head and tried to clear her mind. Did Harry and Ulysses know that Niall
had tried to kill Morgan? Was that why they had gone to Denver? Why had Niall taken
Caitlin, when surely he must believe that Morgan was dead and he was returning to
face his sister's anguish? Caitlin would hate him just as much for what he had done.
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Without another word to the troupers, Athena ran back upstairs and threw open the
wardrobe. On one of the shelves she found a pair of trousers and a flannel shirt. She
pulled out a pair of old boots and quickly made a bundle of the clothing, cinching it with