she's got something in her throat

The shaman was right. Sos would decree the target of His sacrifice, and no other would do. The Alpha had forgotten herself. She was but a wolf who followed Him, but often forgot that her place was beneath Him. He was God and she was a mere follower. A desirous word could not make a target of any wolf she chose, for it was entirely His decision.

Forcing herself to abandon the pursuit of a worthy sacrifice, and admitting to herself that she was being exceptionally selfish, the female engaged Lecter in his sudden playfulness. He darted away from her, and she followed closely as though an invisible wire tethered them together. Her tongue lolled as she broke into a sprint, following closely after him, completely immodest in her pursuit. They could worry about the sacrifice later, or specifically Lecter could.

This day, she would enjoy the presence and closeness of her mate and forget all other concerns.