In a way the look that he saw in her face shocked him more than anything that he had seen in Bram's.

It was as if, in fact, a curtain had lifted before his eyes revealing to him an unbelievable truth, and something of the hell through which she had gone.

She was hungry--FOR SOMETHING THAT WAS NOT FLESH! Swiftly the thought flashed upon him why the wolf-man had traveled so far to the south, and why he had attacked him for possession of his food supply.
It was that he might bring these things to the girl.

He knew that it was sex-pride that restrained the impulse that was pounding in every vein of her body.

She wanted to fling herself down on her knees beside that pile of stuff--but she remembered HIM! Her eyes met his, and the shame of her confession swept in a crimson flood into her face.