He recognized the ferocity that lingered in her eyes, that echoed in the shadows which even now whispered quietly and mocked him at each turn. A predator by nature, he did not fear her—but he responded the challenge as if it had summoned him by blood. Not to attack, not to kill, but to face her now and see what it was within her that needed leashed. Gabriel lingered where he was, pale eyes gleaming in the dark.
She was calling on ancient canine ancestors that they shared, far beyond the dogs and wolves that had given them blood. Before the disease came. Before man. She was toying with him and he knew it. The hybrid would play her game.
Above all else, Gabriel was a very patient man.
“As He does,” came the veiled reply. It was not in him to speak of the Lord in such a place. “What brings you this far north?” He pried.
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