the tiny beads shredded my t-shirt . they are n't human , will never be human . bad timing ca n't even begin to describe tonight . it was n't just the wolf 's instinct to protect . the sound of my answer had n't carried in the din , but the shape of it did , and he was gone and all the younger men with him . he brought his hands to hers , taking care to keep his touch light . the wolf roared suddenly , but there was real doubt in its fiery eyes . 