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There was a bumping sound that came from outside the cave and she quickly covered herself with the furs, the security that she had felt a moment ago now hanging on a line. The cave was now almost completely dark but she could see that someone had come in, as if injured. She looked at the stranger closer, wondering who it was yet inside she was certain of who it was. Her mind played with her for a moment, leading her to one final conclusion. It was Ulrik. She pulled the furs away and peered closer at to what was ailing him. He covered his naked body with one of the furs that he slept in and sat by the dying fire. Wherever his clothes had gone, she had no idea. Fear, of all things, tried to take over her as she began to see her doubts nearly confirmed. His face turned to too look at her when he realized that she was awake.
Oliza let out a soft gasp as she noticed the thin red lines that were bleeding on his chest. He had been the wolf. She had suspected him of being a werewolf but then again, she had never met a wolf before and he might as well have been human. The prejudices that were created at her court by the storytellers and bad tongues had painted the wolves to be vicious and disloyal.
A sort of hurt expression came across his face when he heard her gasp in surprise. He began to move towards her but then stopped, as if he had thought it was a bad idea. As much as she wanted to run away from him, she remembered that he had cared for her in her time of need. She stayed firmly in her place. A queen must never run from anything.
Somehow, she could feel his pain and it was obvious that he was not proud of what he was; a werewolf. He was the creature that she had grown to fear because she had never known one and she feared what she did not know as many others did. Had the humans feared her as well?
She began to crawl towards him and stretched out her right hand to touch his face. He looked up at her, his silver gray eyes holding her gaze for what seemed like an eternity. He held her hand in his and closed his eyes at her warmth. She placed her arms around him, comforting him with her embrace. She could feel the pressure and warmth from their bodies and he buried his face in her hair and touched the feathers at the back of her neck. She pulled slightly away from him, forgetting Avaram and forgetting for a moment, her promise of marriage. She could see the longing in his gaze and with that, she knew that whatever she had with Avaram, it was nothing compared to what she felt now. Whether it was only lust, she knew that it was something that would only happen and stay in the cave. Once she was back to her homeland, everything would only remain in her memory.
She felt Ulrik pull her close until his lips met wit hers in a soft caress, tentative and warm. The kiss deepened, and she invited it, taking delight in the feel of him. Each caress, each kiss upon her skin, would be treasured in her heart forever. With their lips still intertwining with each other, they made their way back to the furs. She looked up at him, loving the feel of his kisses trailing down the line of her jaw on towards her neck. She curled her fingers in his hair as she felt his hands roam about her abdomen and caress her thigh. She looked up to the cave's small opening and could see the moon shining down on them both as the dying fire cast a small glow around them. Nothing could be more otherworldly than this.