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She’d thought he’d really and truly wanted her.  But no, she was just an experiment, evidently. 
    “I’m sorry, Little Wolf,” he whispered roughly again.
    Pride taking over the pain she was feeling, she thrust back at him, “don’t worry about it Gareth, you’re not the first man to make me come apart in his arms, and I doubt you’ll be the last.”  It was all lies, but she was hoping he wouldn’t smell the lie on her scent.  Let him think he was one of many, that he didn’t matter.  She didn’t want him to know just how hurt she was.
    With a ferocious snarl he leaped from the bed and shimmered so fast it looked painful.  As he curled up in the furthest corner of the dingy room, she leaned up on one elbow and casually raised an eyebrow.  “And there was me thinking you were too exhausted to shimmer.”  She shook her head disgusted.  “Can’t say I’m surprised by the lie.  But at least we don’t have to talk any more tonight.  Thanks to you, I’m feeling quite sleepy.  Goodnight Gareth, thanks for the fun.”
    The first tear didn’t escape until her face was buried in the dusty mattress.  She fell asleep with wet eyes and a sore heart.  She felt like something in her was shattered.  Ass, she thought, slipping into sleep. I guess werewolves do cry, after all.

     
     
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Eventually the sun rose, bringing with it the end of their time together in the Den House.  Good, thought Beth as she glared at Gareth curled up in the corner.  Exactly as she had last seen him.  He hadn’t appeared to move at all during the night, his head buried in this tail, his breathing deep and even. 
    Her hip cracked as she shifted to a sitting position and his eyes flew open, meeting her soft gaze in the twilight room.  Caught off guard, she hadn’t had time to settle a mask of indifference on her face, letting him see exactly how tired and worn she felt.  Time for a little acting, she decided, clearing her throat.  Gareth tensed as she stood up, letting the thin blanket drift to the floor.
    As if I’m about to look for a repeat performance?   Just thinking of what she had allowed to happen during the long night made her face flame and her mind buzz with unwelcome thoughts of his strong arms and hot kisses.  She shrugged them off, refolding the moldy blanket roughly.  Let him make of it what he wished.  She wasn’t even going to discuss it with him.  He was just another juvenile, really.  He needed to grow up.
    She, on the other hand, felt as though she’d aged a decade in the few hours since his rebuff.  The soft whine brought her eyes back to his wolf face and she wondered if it was remorse she could see floating in his eyes.  No, she decided.  It was probably the fear of what she might let slip to her Den Father making him act like a chastised pup.  Whatever, she refused to let him ruffle her fur.
    He rose swiftly and trotted to the door, no doubt wanting to be as far from the scene of the crime as possible, as quickly as possible.  Well, she did too, damn it.  Never before had she felt so stupid.  How could she have let him make such a fool of her?  Making a fool of people was her job.  She sniffed, deciding there were no words she needed to speak to him, and shimmered effortlessly.
    Immediately his mind-voice assailed her.  Time to go, Little Wolf.
    Don’t you call me that, Guardian.  I am your charge and you will not address me in such a fashion.  I have a name.  Use it.
    He looked at her sharply, ears flattening.  And you will not address me in such a fashion, Beth, he sent to her, not bothering to disguise his disgust.  No matter what else, I am a Guardian, and I am entitled to respect.   Ears still flat against his head, her Guardian trotted into the dense wood.
    Sighing, Beth followed, thinking the next couple of hours were going to be very uncomfortable. 
    Ouch.   Her nose stung all of a sudden.  The sharp tang of a strange wolf rushing