Jade Fern Grove she said, "you ain't no son of mine for what you've done"

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he presses even closer, his own fur mingling with the stranger's red. he buries his muzzle into the man's scruff without hesitation and inhales his scent deeply. his legs tremble. he thinks about gregory, drawing his muzzle through the other's fur. without warning, his teeth close around fur and flesh, and in a moment he has the stranger by the scruff. his heart is racing.
he forces him down, throwing all his weight against the other wolf and moving quickly to straddle him. he's standing over him now, belly pressed against his back, holding him over the edge of the creek. he feels him struggling against his chest, feels the warmth of their bodies pressed together. only centimeters separate the man's face from the water.
"tell me you love me," he rasps, muffled by the flesh between his teeth, and grasps him tighter, piercing the flesh now.