The Sentinels crawlersout

well he prolly told lasher everything and if lasher's the type to tell eilidh yeah she'd know it all!

tachyon felt the last dribble of hope leave his soul as the woman turned, offering nothing but a slender shoulder that even in its delicacy seemed wrought by ice. a coldness seeped in his veins and he felt the beginning of a clammy feeling wring from his heart; he had not meant to hurt her, and while her rejection stung it stung a lot less than the sinking feeling that harpooned through him: he had let her down.

tenderly, and perhaps a little pathetically, the male pressed to the ground and wriggled towards her, looking much less like a wolf and more like a beggar. "talk to me," he implored, though his voice lacked conviction or confidence.