Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

The woman made a remark that he wasn't behaving in a polite manner and Ithrik's teeth clacked together in a soft growl that rumbled from the back of his throat. The noise was akin to distant thunder, bringing promises of wicked winds and sheets of rain. Ithrik would not tolerate being spoken to in such a way – not from a bitch. The hairs along his neck and back bristled until they sat rigidly and his limbs held him tightly to the earth. “Shut your mouth, cunt,” he rasped to her with a small shaking of his pelt. He could feel the prickling like fire and he could not silence the memory of plucking the girl's eyes from their sockets and swallowing them whole. The devil would gladly do the same again.