“I don’t care if he kills you. I care for how he would feel if he had killed you. He’s not a man-killer.” She was being careless with how she spoke, still upset at the scene she had come upon. Too late she realized how strange what she was saying might sound and she clamped her lips shut. She’d have to remember to think before she spoke.<br/><br/>Then he questioned if she knew the wolf. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at him, still pacing back and forth. “As a matter of fact, I do know him. His name is Finn.” He was one of the younger wolves of the pack, in his thirties while most of them were over seventy. When in human form, Finn seemed to be a teenager but there was no reason to share any of that with Blake.<br/><br/>Amaris was quite surprised when he grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug. She was stiff in his arms for a heartbeat before she relaxed, her anger deflating a bit. As he spoke, she pulled back enough to look up at him. The expression on her face left no room for disagreement. “You two are not going anywhere without me. If he doesn’t make it home soon, his brothers will be out looking for him and they have no qualms about killing one human and his pet.”