Page 187 of Moon Craving

"I've been hearing voices in my head," she bluntly admitted.

"Voices? In your head?" Emily asked, not sounding overly concerned. In fact, if it

was not stretching the bounds of belief too far, Abigail would have said her sister sounded

almost excited. "What do you mean?"

"When Talorc and I are making love, I imagine I hear his voice and once I heard the

howling of a wolf. Sometimes I think it is just my imagination, because I so desperately

want to hear his voice when I can hear nothing else. Only it is so real and, Emily . . . I don't

remember what other things sound like. Not the chirping of a bird, the gurgling of a brook,

the sound of wind in the trees or even your voice. Yet, I hear his so clearly. And from what

I can remember, it is unlike any voice I heard before losing sound."

Emily's brilliant smile made no sense. "You need to tell Talorc, though I'm

surprised he has not already noted the situation."

"I did tell him."

Emily's brows furrowed. "What did he say?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" She shook her head. "That idiot."

"My husband is not an idiot. He did not judge me. He did confirm he was not

worried about it." Which at first had fed her fears Talorc planned to banish her, but then

she had seen his acceptance for the gift it was.

"Of course he isn't worried. He knows exactly why you are hearing his voice and

that of his wolf in your head." Emily's pansy eyes snapped with annoyance.

"His wolf?" Abigail was more than a little confused. "You mean the big gray wolf

that is friend to the clan?"

"That gray wolf is more than friend." Emily jumped up and began pacing the floor.

"You've seen it, too?"

"Only from a distance."

"I've seen it up close twice." She told her sister about the walk in the woods with

Niall and then about her near miss with the boar. "The wolf saved my life."

"Of course he did. He is your husband, your mate."

"Emily . . . I am not married to a wolf." She went right from worrying about her own sanity