When the Wolf Loves (#1 Madeleine series): The light of the flames reflected off the wolf’s white pelt and yellow eyes, turning him into something entirely different, making him appear like some prehistoric beast from another time and suddenly Ryder understood why Madeleine slept so deeply, why she had no fear. Because of this massive creature. With lowered head, his eyes never leaving Ryder, esa walked across to stand close to Madeleine, guarding her like some warrior prince.
When the Wolf Hunts (#2 Madeleine series): I didn’t think it was possible to love him more than I did in that moment. I would do anything he asked of me. I would kill for him.
When the Wolf Bites (#3 Madeleine series): She crouched there for long minutes, aware of every little sound, but there was nothing, other than the four horses stamping their hooves and blowing in the cool breeze of the early morning, although it was hours yet till dawn. She prowled around the camp for some minutes, seeking answers to why she had woken so abruptly. Yet, there was no danger here. No scent of animals, nor of men. They were miles away from St Louis now, riding southwest of the frontier town which they had left over a week before. By Madeleine’s reckoning they should be arriving at the Wazhazhe village within the month.
When the Wolf Dreams (#4 Madeleine series): He was pressing the warm, hard bulk of his body up against my back, his hand on my waist, the familiar scent of him pleasing to me. The softness of the bed beneath us, a combination of duck feathers and straw made me feel weightless, so different to lying on furs on the hard ground.
When the Wolf Breathes (#5 Madeleine series): I stepped away and moved quietly into the woods. My moccasins barely made a sound as I stepped over dead branches and leaves, as I weaved my way around trees and shrubs, but I was used to moving with stealth in the woods from my days of living alone with esa
When the Leaving is Hard (#6 Madeleine series): A large creature was making its way towards her through the dense brush. She could hear the soft panting of the animal’s breath, the pad of its paws on rotten debris. She moved quickly to stand behind a thick stand of trees and as the creature slowly moved towards her, she became aware of his smell. She smiled and stepped out from behind the tree, recognizing the scent of a well-loved friend.
Ella (#1 escape by wagon train series): The man stumbled to his feet, knocking the table in his haste, his eyes wide with astonishment at the vision of her, yet as she held his dark eyes set within a face that was young, yet worn, yet utterly beautiful, something about him made her stop and be still. Then she took a step towards him, drawn to him, before Martha stepped in front of her, coming between them, scolding her for her untidy appearance and for wearing the expensive dress in such a reckless manner.
Ruby (#2 escape west by wagon train series): He was laughing at something someone said, pushing aside his hair with some frustration as it hung in salty curls around his face. He looked almost feral as he sat there, the shadow of a beard already on his jaw, his bare feet covered in white sand, his large hands reaching for another bit of crabmeat which he ate with his fingers
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Two Feathers (#7 Madeleine series): She found one, a slim clue, then another. It looked like he’d headed west and she followed that boot imprint for a good half mile. When her branch began to burn low she found another one to light, then hurried on. She was looking for another when she came around a wall of rocks and saw him just ahead of her. But in the light of her dimming torch he was nothing more than a shadow set against the night sky, standing on a bank looking west. She knew the woods fell away there to a river below, the same river Ryder had crossed as a boy with his mustang in yet another attempt to escape Julia and Albert and their claustrophobic lessons back at the ranch. He turned, aware of the flickering, dying light behind him. Madeleine quickly bent down and reached for another piece of deadfall at her feet and lit it, holding it to her face so he could see her clearly. But she didn’t move because she was suddenly doubting her decision to follow him here.
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