LOGIN“I couldn’t get you to wake up. When you went into the water, I couldn’t find you. It took me almost an hour to get you away from the branches. The water was blood-red by the time I finally got you out. The arrow was gone, and you had been healed.” Falling Feather told her, but something in his eyes said that he had feared her dead.
“The goddess healed me; it was her in the tree that pulled me into the water,” Willow told him with a bright smile. Falling Feather didn’t seem to be as happy about it as she was. Her smile fell when she saw the look on his face. Why would he be upset about the goddess healing her?
“I was so scared that you had died,” Falling Feather told her. He kissed her lips again, then kissed her cheeks. He kissed her neck, then down to the top of her breasts. “I don’t think I could live if you left me.”
“Falling Feather, you are stuck with me. I won’t leave you.
“I couldn’t get you to wake up. When you went into the water, I couldn’t find you. It took me almost an hour to get you away from the branches. The water was blood-red by the time I finally got you out. The arrow was gone, and you had been healed.” Falling Feather told her, but something in his eyes said that he had feared her dead.“The goddess healed me; it was her in the tree that pulled me into the water,” Willow told him with a bright smile. Falling Feather didn’t seem to be as happy about it as she was. Her smile fell when she saw the look on his face. Why would he be upset about the goddess healing her?“I was so scared that you had died,” Falling Feather told her. He kissed her lips again, then kissed her cheeks. He kissed her neck, then down to the top of her breasts. “I don’t think I could live if you left me.”“Falling Feather, you are stuck with me. I won’t leave you.
When she opened her eyes again, she couldn’t believe it was day. “Willow?” She knew that voice, but it wasn’t Falling Feather. She stood from the furs and walked to the door. When she opened the flap, she gasped to see the Chief standing there. “How did you find me?” Willow asked as the man moved toward her. Fear raced through her body, but she didn’t know if she feared the man or the fact that he had hunted her down. The goddess would protect her here, she thought. “I followed you the other night. I had a feeling you would leave the tribe when I came to speak to you. One of the other women noticed you taking your stuff away.” He entered the house, looking around. Falling Feather had left nothing of his out for him to see. She moved away from him, worried about him getting too close. Willow didn’t like being alone with men. She could recall what they did to her mother. “I have a right to leave. You don’t wa
It was going to happen sooner or later, she had known that, but she hated to lose the people. They had taught her so much.Willow moved into the woods looking for the perfect spot. Finally, she stopped to get some water; a small pond sparkled in the sunlight. As she kneeled to get a drink, the wolf appeared. Willow felt her heart skip a beat. He was following her, not that she minded.“You are making it hard for me to live with the tribe,” Willow told him, and watched in awe when he shifted back to human.“I am sorry, Willow. I didn’t know that you wouldn’t tell them that I lived. What are you doing out here?” Falling Feather asked. Willow stood looking up into those amazing gray-green eyes. She never wanted him to be sorry for being closer to her.“I can’t stay with the tribe anymore. They think that I am carrying your child. At this point, I’m not, but it could happen. I
She looked up to see the stars winking down at her. The howl weaved a spell around her. Willow walked as if in a trance toward the trees. The wolf howled to bring her closer. As she stood in front of the large gray wolf, she went to her knees. Fresh tears trailed down her cheeks. Falling Feather shifted into a man again, fresh scars trailing down his chest. Willow couldn’t stop the tears, the joy at seeing him alive. How had he survived the battle, the arrows?“Weeping Willow, I have hunted for you.” He told her, and all Willow could do was cry. When he came to her, Willow welcomed him. Her fur hit the surrounding ground. Willow felt the night breeze caress her skin. Falling Feather moved toward her, going to his knees. The heat coming off his body made Willow lean toward him. He pulled her into him, letting her take his heat. Willow looked up into his eyes, and she knew what love was.“I thought you died,” Willow whis
“I have a feeling the child is going to come sooner than we expected. It is too soon!” Willow felt the tears streaming down her face. Falling Feather held her in his arms as she cried for the child that she might never see grow up. Pain moved through her again, and Willow cried out this time. Falling Feather picked her up, moving her to the furs. When he stood up, he went to get the midwife. Normally, that would have been Willow, but tonight it was Blooming Flower.“It is too soon for the child to come.” Blooming Flower told them. She knelt beside Willow to lift the dress. When she did, she watched Willow’s water break. It was a mess, but clear water.“I know it is too soon, but this child is coming,” Willow screamed when pain racked her body. The tribe was chanting around the longhouse. Falling Feather didn’t leave her side during the birthing.“Willow breath!” Blooming Flower yelled at her when Willow
Willow covered her body with her hands, but it didn’t hide much from his eyes. The way he stood looking at her, wanting something she didn’t understand. Falling Feather lay back on the furs, his body pressed to hers. Willow gasped when his finger pressed into her thigh. Falling Feather ran his hand down the front of her body, feeling her body quiver at his touch. Slowly, he trailed the hand back up to her breast. Willow couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of what he was doing. His other hand trailed down her body. The fact that he knew she was pure made him take his time with her. Falling Feather didn’t want to harm her; he wanted her to enjoy what they were doing.A slight pain made her stop kissing him; the pain slipped up her body, then stopped when he stopped moving. Falling Feather didn’t want to hurt her, but she was so tight that he couldn’t stop for long. Willow could see the sweat starting to bead on his forehead. Falling Feather mo







