Lydia Dare - A Certain Wolfish Charm

He urged Abbadon forward and galloped down the hill. They rode around the back of the house toward the stables, where they dismounted. Almost at once they were surrounded by a pack of russet-haired, freckle-faced children.

"Are you the duke?" asked one bold little girl, about six years old.

Before Simon could answer, a hulking man with auburn hair stepped from the home's back door. "Blackmoor?" the man called.

"Lieutenant Schofield?" Simon asked.

"Who else?" the officer asked, stepping forward and clapping Simon's back as though they were old friends. "We weren't expecting you 'til this afternoon." Then he looked at the swarm of children, who all looked just like him. "Mary, take your brothers and sisters, and run along to your mother."

The oldest girl herded her brothers and sisters and directed them back toward the house.

"Sorry," the lieutenant began. "It's not all that often we have such important guests." Then he looked over Simon's shoulder. "And you must be the Earl of Maberley."

"Oliver," he replied, nodding.

"Well, Oliver," the lieutenant said, "Leo is up in his room making space for you. Come along, and we'll introduce you."

In no time, Oliver and Leo Schofield seemed to be the best of friends and had gone to explore the woods behind Reston House together. Lily would be relieved the two boys had connected so quickly.

Lily.

Simon's thoughts returned to her, and his heart ached, but he could see her again in a few days when the worst of his affliction had passed. When he was certain she'd be safe from him. He accepted a cup of tea from the army officer after sinking into an overstuffed chair, which was heaven after the long ride.

"Would you like to rest, Your Grace?" the lieutenant asked him. "You look exhausted, if you don't mind my saying so."

Simon only hoped he looked better than he felt. "That is very kind, but I should be getting back to Westfield Hall."

The lieutenant winked at him. "Ah, your wife is wanting you home safe for moonful?"

He tried to keep the scowl from his face. "My wife is unaware that I am Lycan."

The officer nodded in understanding as he dropped into a seat across from Simon. "Ah, my first wife was the same way. She was a sweet thing but didn't have the fortitude for a claiming."

Finally. Simon heaved a sigh. Everyone else made it sound as if he'd made the wrong decision, but Lieutenant Schofield seemed to understand.

"In that case, would you like to stay here with us? We have plenty of room."

That Simon doubted, but the offer was generous. He shook his head. "I don't want to be too far from my wife."

"I understand."

"You say your first wife didn't have the fortitude?"

The lieutenant rubbed his chin. "Leo's mother. When she discovered what I was, she threw herself from the attic. She died on impact. He was just an infant. I'm fortunate my second wife's will was a bit stronger."

The matter-of-fact way Lieutenant Schofield could discuss such a thing made chills race up Simon's spine. An image of Lily's lifeless body flashed in his mind. Surely she wouldn't throw herself from the top floor of Westfield Hall upon learning the truth.

His resolve to keep her distant from this aspect of his life seemed the correct decision. In their vows, he'd promised to protect her, and he appeared to be on the right course.

After finishing his tea, Simon thanked the lieutenant for his generosity and then started back for Hampshire.

Forty-Five

Lily bolted upright in bed, the plaintive call of a wild animal rousing her from her sleep. She ran to the window and searched the darkness. There, limned by the light of the full moon, sat the wild beast that called to her. High on a hill, the lone wolf raised his head and howled.

The sound tore through her like the slice of a sharp blade. She doubled over, seeking relief from the blinding pain. Black danced around the edges of her vision, but she fought it back.

"Simon," she whispered, when she could finally stand again. She pressed her fingertips against the cold, wet glass, using her index finger to trace the wolf's form. The beast raised his head and called again. This call reached past the pain it caused in her body and touched her heart.

"I'm coming," Lily whispered. She turned, ran on her bare feet across the floor, and flung open her door with so much force that it hit the wall and bounced back closed. The sound reverberated through the room. But the call of the one she loved was the only noise she heard. She opened the door again and slipped through.

Lily dashed down the hallway, her frantic pace disguised by the soft carpet beneath her feet. When she reached the lower level of the manor, she turned toward the doorway that led to the garden. As she rounded the corner, her hip collided with the edge of a hallway table. A heavy vase crashed against the hardwood floor.

Lily stopped only briefly to press the heel of her hand to the pain in her hip. She had to reach Simon. She had to get to him. Nothing would stand in her way.

"Lily," a voice called. She barely heard it, her heartbeats loud in her ear, almost as loud as the breaths that rushed in and out of her lungs.

"Lily!" The word finally caught her attention.

Lily turned slowly to find Alice in her nightrail and wrapper, leaning against the doorjamb of the library. She had a glass of amber liquid in her hand, which she raised casually to her lips. A smile played at the corners of her mouth. Lily had no time for the woman. She had to reach Simon. Lily turned back toward the door.

"Are you fully aware of what you're doing?" Alice asked. Her question drew Lily's gaze.

Lily shook her head. She had no idea what she was doing. She simply knew she had to heed the call of the wolf.

Her wolf.

Simon.

"Do not let him hide from you," Alice surprised her by saying. "Do not let him shut you out. Don't accept anything less than

everything

."

Lily nodded.

Alice walked toward her. She cupped Lily's face in her hands and forced Lily to look at her.

"If he hurts you, know that it's not intentional."

"He wouldn't hurt me."

"He won't intend to."

Lily nodded.

"If you weren't his intended mate, you wouldn't

feel

the call."

"I understand. I must go."

Alice stepped back and nodded. "Go. Be well. Love him."

"As though I have a choice." Lily was unable to repress the small smile that erupted before she turned on her heel and ran for the garden door.

***

Simon sat atop the hill, his need for Lily painful in its intensity. He wanted nothing more than to shift back to human form and go to her. He needed to be with her. He needed to be inside her. He needed her.

Simon arched his neck and called to her. He knew she would not hear, but he needed to make the sound. He needed to scream to the heavens. He needed to cry.

Dear God, he needed.

A rabbit skittered by in the bushes. Simon didn't take his eyes from Westfield Hall. She was in there. She was asleep in his bed. She was snug and safe under the counterpane. She was safe from him.

That thought brought unending pain. She shouldn't need to be safe from him. If he wasn't such a beast, he could be with her. He could be with her and love her always. Love her in every way.

Simon's ears perked up when he heard a door slam at Westfield Hall. He stood up on all four feet. His limbs quivered with the desire to run to her. Instead, he turned away, ready to head back into the dense forest.

Ready to run from her.

Then his keen hearing picked up the sound of running feet as they crunched against the pea-gravel path in the garden. Someone was outside. He sniffed the air. Damn! The wind blew in the wrong direction to pick up a scent.