"do you see your parents often?" he asked almost two hours later, unable to resist the urge to solve the mystery of her.

a pregnant pause filled only with the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. "not as much as i should."

reading the tension in the line of her spine, he knew she wanted him to drop it, but regardless of all else, he'd never been a man who took orders when he didn't want to take them. "odd for a wolf."

no response as they walked through the spring green meadow. just when he was beginning to believe she'd simply ignore the question, she said, "i was in a relationship. it made my parents unhappy." plain words that told him nothing.

"did they make you choose?"

"no, but we ended up arguing about it every time i went to see mom and dad." she blew out a breath. "tarah, indigo, neither of them approved, but they let me be for the most part."

riaz wondered what the hell had been wrong with the male adria had chosen that her entire family hadn't liked the guy. however, the shuttered expression on her face told him the discussion was over; he could push, but this time, he decided for patience. dominant female wolves didn't react well to pressure beyond a certain point.

as she walked ahead a few steps, his eyes lingered on the soft skin exposed at her nape, beneath the silken rope of her braid. the golden warmth of it glowed in the harsh mountain sunlight, and he wanted only to push that braid aside and run his fingers over the spot.

adria jerked out and to the side, her hair brushing the back of his hand.

and he realized his fingers had done exactly as he'd imagined. "shit, i'm sorry."

brilliant blue-violet eyes streaked with precious gold watched him with too much knowledge. "you need to do something about your hunger, riaz."

the idea of being with any woman but lisette made his entire body revolt, but even then, the scent of adria, the remembered feel of her, it was a drug, an addiction that gripped him in powerful teeth and shook. "can you get back on your own?" the words were harsh, his wolf too close to the surface.

adria gave a simple, "yes," before turning and walking away from him a second time, a tall, strong woman with hair as dark as onyx and a pride that he knew would never again allow her to invite him into her bed.

adria bent over with a shudder, hands on her knees, after riaz disappeared in the opposite direction. her body felt as if it wanted to burst out of her skin, torn by a chaos of competing needs and desires. when riaz had touched her, she'd almost melted into the rough heat of his fingers in spite of her every vow to the contrary, her body already conditioned to expect primal pleasure.

inhaling another shaky breath, she took a detour on her way down to the den, following an overgrown path that, if memory served her right, led to a small hidden waterfall. she'd found it as a young girl, and it had become her secret place, where she came to think over important decisions, or to indulge in frustration and temper.

a smile tugged her lips. god, she'd been such a serious, temperamental child. as she'd grown, that wildness of emotion had matured into a quiet intensity of passion, restrained and tempered.

"you're magnificent and i can't wait to learn all of you." words martin had spoken to her during their first year as a couple.

her smile faded, into a sadness so deep, it lodged in her chest, a heavy lump. even the sight of "her" waterfall, small and secretive and effervescent, didn't lift her spirits. her mind was with the woman she'd been, so very ready to start what she'd thought would be the next phase of her life, with a man she'd believed would walk beside her as they both changed and grew. and for the first time since she'd made the decision to end their broken relationship, her anger was washed away by grief.

the martin she'd known hadn't been the standoffish man he so often was with strangers, a man secretly uncomfortable in social situations. he'd been so sweet in private, with a wicked sense of humor and a way of looking at her as if she were the most alluring woman in the world. not only that, but he'd celebrated her achievements as she'd celebrated his.

she'd taken him to dinner in a posh restaurant when he was awarded his doctorate, and stranger to the kitchen though he had been, he'd once put on an apron and baked her a cake when she'd completed a particularly grueling training course. it had collapsed in the middle and been uncooked around the sides and it had been wonderful. they'd giggled and gotten drunk on cheap pink champagne, eating so much cake that they'd solemnly sworn, "never, ever again."

that was what she'd tried to save for so long, unable and unwilling to believe that something so innocent and bright could sour into such hostility. she'd thought if she tried hard enough, she'd be able to fix it. it was how her brain worked-even as a child who had found martial arts didn't suit her blunt style of movement, but who knew the skill would come in useful as a soldier, she'd just gritted her teeth and practiced over and over until her body moved with flawless grace.

only after she'd been broken on the ruins of their relationship had she understood that no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't have mattered. because somewhere along the way, a poison had infiltrated their relationship. quiet and stealthy, it had eaten into the fabric of emotion that bound them until that fabric was threadbare ... and her wolf had withdrawn totally from the relationship.

martin had known. it had only deepened his resentment.

moisture on her cheek, a trail leading down to her mouth. salt. it was the taste of the first tear she'd shed since shutting the door in martin's face over a year ago, knowing she'd never again open it. so fragile, the single iridescent droplet nonetheless shattered her defenses. dropping to her knees, she allowed the sorrow to pour out of her, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs.

riaz caught adria's scent as he ran, and snarled, frustrated that her phantom presence continued to haunt him. when it grew stronger instead of fading, he realized she hadn't returned to the vehicle but had instead continued on foot. he would've carried on, except that he caught the barest whisper of a sound that made his wolf snap to attention. frowning, he moved close enough to ensure that she wasn't in trouble ... and heard the raw, painful sound of a woman whose heart was breaking.

his chest knotted, protective instincts roaring to the surface, but he didn't approach. adria was a proud, strong woman, wouldn't appreciate anyone finding her at such a vulnerable moment, her defenses shattered. but even as he told himself to leave, the ragged sound of her tears ripped him apart.

she jerked up her head the instant he came into view, her face ravaged by tears. "go!"

wanting to hunt down whatever had so devastated her, but aware it wasn't a physical foe he could defeat, he went down on his haunches and took her into his arms. she began to struggle, all sharp elbows and tightly fisted hands. "let me help, damn you." it wasn't the smoothest or most charming of things to say, but it came from the gut and the heart, his voice rough with the wolf's frustration at being unable to do anything.

another heartrending sob, and then she was melted wax in his arms, as if she couldn't deal with the agonizing depth of her pain and hold him off at the same time. cuddling her as close as he could, his knees spread to tuck her in between, he cupped the back of her head with one hand, wrapped an arm around her waist ... and simply held her as she cried.

he'd seen strong women cry before, but never like this. until it felt as if she were being torn apart from the inside out. hand clenched in her hair, tangling in her braid, he pressed his cheek to the inky black and let her fingernails dig into his back as she wrapped her arms around him in a fierce embrace.

a minute, a lifetime, later, those hands turned into fists again and she punched at him. the blows had no impact because of her position, but the agony in them was excruciating. his wolf raged at its helplessness, but even then, it pressed against riaz's skin, wanting to soothe, to reassure. but all they could do was hold her, the scent of crushed berries in ice drowning in salt.

the wind was quiet, the sun lower in the sky when she went silent, lying against him in a way that said all the fight had been taken out of her. he'd known her a fragment of time, but he hated seeing her so defeated. adria was pride and spirit and strength. not a woman who gave up. "did you lose someone?" death was the only thing he could think of to explain the depth of her despair.

"it's been long dead." rasped out words. "i just wasn't ready to mourn until now."

he rubbed his cheek against her hair, one wolf attempting to comfort another. "do you feel better?"

"i feel like i got run over." and that quickly, she was adria again.

shoving away and to her feet, she walked to the pool at the bottom of a tiny waterfall he could just make out, cupping her hands in the cold water and using it to splash her face. at any other time, with any other woman, he would've waited, but he could tell from the stiff curve of her spine that she hated the fact he'd seen her like this, so he turned and walked away.

his wolf snarled but didn't resist. because it, too, understood that adria was no helpless maiden in distress. riaz had seen her fight beside him with unwavering courage, witnessed her steely-eyed determination as she crawled into the line of fire to drag an injured packmate out of the danger zone, trusted her to watch his back when the enemy threatened to surround them.

a woman like that would not want any man-much less one with whom she had only the most fragile of cease-fires-to see her defenseless and fractured by grief. he wondered if this would create another barrier between them, as she sought to distance herself from the memory. the idea pricked at his insides, a sharp, unexpected discomfort.

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