Two Eyes Cenote Sleep over

“Please —"

— it was Rashepses’ rich velvet voice which broke from the shaded entranceway as he strutted like a stallion into the assembly. "Share with us the name of our honored guest.”

Semer-wati was a man who welcomed visitors and savored royal customs, but now there were bachelor men wandering his halls during the height of breeding season, when the women of Muat-riya were coming into heat; when his wife was soon to. His possession of Toula flared.

Her slender withers grazed his own as he arched beside her and the smolder of hardcast eyes slid over the men. A wolfboy with a faulty pedigree quelled before them, the find of their newest curious servant.

Rashepses raised his head, a full grin reigning, but his countenance fixed at the side of Toula.