A/N: Bonus chapter for today! Since the previous chapter and this one are rather short, I posted both for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!
The wolf was just licking the last of the remaining crumbs from the tiny tin the tart had been in when he heard her scream.
"Hmm," he said, smacking his lips, still tasting the remnants of the lemon. He sighed and considered his options.
He could walk away - which was probably for the best. He didn't like dealing with innocents, they were so - well, innocent. He preferred his woman with a bit more knowledge, preferably lusty widows.
Her desperate cries filled the air. "Help! Oh, help, please! Somebody - anyone? Can anyone hear me? Mr - Wolf! Please, please, help me!"
Or he could go see what the fuss was all about. He briefly wondered if another had taken her and he scowled. He didn't want anyone else touching her.
He sighed again, recognizing that that was the wolf inside him talking -very possessive, that wolf was.
"WOLF!" she cried shrilly. "I know you can hear me! Help! Please!"
Well, she's a demanding little thing, isn't she, he thought, grinning. Very well. Far be it for a mere wolf to ignore the cries of a fine lady.
He loped off in her direction. He didn't bother to hurry, if she had time to scream like that, she wasn't in immediate danger. Her stupid cape had probably gotten caught on some briars...