Kira jumped up from her chair, her cloak falling to the floor, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except who stood before her. The distance between the commander and his charge rapidly closed. Kira rose on her toes and wrapped her arms around Bernard's neck. She pulled him close and captured his lips in a demanding, sensual kiss. With each passing second, Kira pressed her whole body closer and closer to the Werewolf, as if trying to convince herself that he was here and that he was okay.