Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon (A Werewolf Romance)

…He looked at her from over his shoulder, then set aside the sandpaper. “We hunt tonight?”

She cleared her throat and lifted her chin to him. A hunting partner. Yes. After all this time, that was all she was to him.

“Of course I will hunt,” she said, willing back the tears swelling her eyes. “It’s all I’m good for.”

His brow creased, brown eyes flicking over her. She knew he was trying to read her through visual and scent cues. Well, he’d be at it for a while, because he didn’t understand her at all.

“Forget it. Just forget it.” She walked past him and threw open the door…