Bramblepoint So[m]eone under stress meets someone looking pretty

Trick was not one to be naturally good at fatherhood. Hell, he never had a proper family- he had no one to go off of to make sure his children would grow up to be proper little wolves. Panic stirred his insides, adding to his already swollen member yet beside his twitching nothing else revealed how terrified he was. She smelled of pack- one he did not recognize. Did this mean he had to go with her if she were to get pregnant because of him? A voice in his head said it was the proper thing to do, but rules were only there to be broken- to draw a lone between the brave and the followers. And the Keep was prove enough he would never be a truly devoted follower for his pack.

Can't say I have. He shook his head, vibrant green eyes scanning her face that was just as well staring at him. And you?