Altar of Twilight bad company until the day i die

He offered a simple, monosyllabic moniker that somehow matched his appearance. Before Wildfire could think any further on the subject, he added something totally inexplicable: "I bet my wives would fawn all over you." A tremor of disquiet passed through her, her eyes screwing up into a blatant expression of confusion. His wives, plural? And what did he mean by fawn?

Wildfire absolutely did not fear wandering alone, at night or otherwise, and would usually gently correct anyone who implied she should be more careful. However, something in the tone of his question was so unmistakably predatory that not only did her lips freeze, it triggered an immediate fight-or-flight response. This guy was not just creepy, he was dangerous.

The Gamma wanted to hurl some threat about her pack, her mate, anything to discourage the assault she felt coming. But Wildfire couldn't find her words. Instead, she began to back away swiftly, then swiveled as she prepared to flee back to the refuge of Moonspear. No matter how big and bad this strange wolf was, she knew he wouldn't dare chase her across her own borders.