Big Salmon Lake [m] My Hearts In Pieces

Harley could feel her hurt as thick as his own, and the sorrow in her voice told him she really was sorry. Much as he wished to stay mad, to cast her away and to leave forever, he simply couldn't. He loved her. Finally, Thai apologized, and the wolfdog found himself already beginning to forgive her. 
The fog of hurt lifted a little, and it was enough for him to finally scent the heat writhing around him. Perhaps it was to blame for his easy feelings towards her, but suddenly there were no more words jumbling around in his broad mind. 
Turning his head towards her, he ever so slightly began to preen the fur of her shoulders and neck. Once he started, though, it was hard for him to stay gentle with her. She was his, and what was his was drenched in the scent of the man who'd taken his mate as if she was HIS. 
Maybe it was then that anger began to flutter in his belly, and though he hated feelings like posession and anger ruling the first time he ever mated, it didn't slow his advances. 
He moved down to her chest and, with a soft whine of need, turned his amber eyes to meet her green ones. It was soon after her mating with Charon, and he knew she was likely tired, but his own hormones drove him forward still. The rest, well, the rest could be handled when he wasn't throbbing and aching in need.