Thunder Dome full circle

There was a time when he wanted nothing more than to see the cat again, to have his chance at redemption, or death. But that time had come and gone, and though the white wolf still carried the torment of the cat's attack on him, the mountain lion lived only in the far dark corners of his mind now. He no longer thought routinely of it, his focus square on the road ahead. If asked, he would not say he ever thought he would see the devil again, but the fates were strange.

He did not need to look to place that laugh. His blood ran cold, and he was awash in a slurry of emotions. Fear was among them, less for himself and more for Saena and her pups not so far away. But the emotion that rose most fiercely to the surface to appear on his face, was rage. Even before he turned to face the cat his muzzle creased severely, drawing his lips above his fangs. His ire was born of his own hate and reason, but also out of protectiveness of his companion. The same could be said of the fear that flitted about his breast and begged to be expressed.

But he would not let it.

He quartered slowly, until he held the beast fully in his eyes. Sharp as his gaze was, it could not pierce that creature's hide. But he would see to it that his fangs did. Luke did not wait, he lunged with a snarl for the cat's face.