Sanguis stillat in silva chapter twoA steady thrum of paws on the earth was ignored by all witnesses to the great black wolf jogging in a circle. His ears were cocked back in distress, his eyes brimming with worry. Fangs glistened in the lolling mouth as the tongue draped out in his panting.‘How is this even possible? Why is it happening? I swear if those damned bloodsuckers caused this, I’ll rip every last one of them to shreds! The poor girl does not deserve to live like this!’ The wolf’s thoughts raced. ‘Only the sons of the Great Sprit Warrior are turned. She isn’t a descendant, or a man! Unless, her father isn’t Richard.