The Were-Wolf
And Christian sprang out and away, and followed her swiftly over the snow, keeping behind, but half-a-stride's length from her side.
So they went running together, silent, towards the vast wastes of snow, where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.
Never before had Christian so rejoiced in his powers. The gift of speed, and the training of use and endurance were priceless to him now. Though midnight was hours away, he was confident that, go where that Fell Thing would, hasten as she would, she could not outstrip him nor escape from him. Then, when came the time for transformation, when the woman's form made no longer a shield against a man's hand, he could slay or be slain to save Sweyn. He had struck his dear brother in dire extremity, but he could not, though reason urged, strike a woman.
For one mile, for two miles they ran:
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