I trembled at the touch of Tent.

Trembled.

Although I pressed the warmth of my cheek against the chill roughness of his hand, I accused myself of foolishness. The fellow was demonstrably mad, and besides he was more or less a stranger, and yet…

His grasp of me was indubitable.

I had never felt anything like it before. My all past boyfriends were as nothing compared to him—erased from memory entirely. I might not have been able to remember their names on questioning, much less how they'd impacted me.

But werewolves? My logical self screamed at me to remember that he believed he was a werewolf.

All that had been...