She knew this was a bad idea, a truly bad idea. But as the little baby boy with the eerie amber eyes stared up at her, she knew she couldn't leave him. Darra kneeled down and lifted the child out of the limp embrace of his now deceased guardian. She'd been following the scent of blood when she happened across them. The woman looked as if she'd been mauled by an animal, how the child survived intact was a miracle in itself. The minute she held the child firmly in her arms, she knew. Staring in shocked horror she felt the nearly uncontrollable urge to put the kid back. The boy was wolf, werewolf to be exact. At that moment he tugged on one of her warrior braids, grinning toothlessly at her. Shaking her head and bundling him tighter for warmth, she knew this was a bad idea, a very bad idea.
