Chapter Twenty-Two: Dane

I brought over the tea tray, set it on the chair the doctor had occupied, and took a seat on the floor beside Adara.

It was rather strange, sitting on the floor, and I don’t think I’d ever done it—except perhaps when in Lupine state, for there was no furniture in my cell.

Lupine state. Would it be fair to ask any human young woman to endure that?

To put up with someone who was one-quarter beast.

To undergo one week per month of separation from me, her spouse?

No doubt she’d spend her time on the mainland fraught with anxiety, worrying every minute that I might escape my cage, be caught, and be mistreated—perhaps even killed—by patrolling Enforcement Officers.

In my younger days, before becoming a Lupine, I’d had many dalliances, of course. At university, Edin and I had even gotten drunk together and visited brothels. But since I was turned to a werewolf—with the exception of a brief, unfortunate, and forgettable brief fling wi