he sits up straight on his mount and looks back over his troops , then he turns his gaze to me . he slid his arm between their bodies and touched between her legs . i started to fear that some of the werewolves were going to get away , but then i realized at the rate i was going i wasnt going to get away . `` sweet jesus , '' he whispered as he pulled his sunglasses off his face . but he 'd done this before , many times . 