Northstar Vale I will find out where she has gone

Instinctively delighted by the commanding sound in her throat, he imitated it. But beyond the veil of his own threat, there was pleasure and curiosity; hiding in his voice both a willingness to accept her own stance on the matter, and a genuine desire to discover their true dynamic. He had not been willing to advance on her either sexually or violently at their initial meeting, having been driven by their talk to perceive her as an unattainable waif— a fleeting life lesson, meant to keep him breathing.

But here she was returned— solidified and demanding— riling his spirit and challenging him with more than her womanly wiles. He began to see her, for all her emotion and pride, to be his equal, his rival, and his destiny.

He might have remembered wanting this with The Commander. And with Octavia. And Rami. But no she-wolf so far had instilled in him a feeling beyond himself. While he had considered each of these women to be in his world, he saw very much the opposite in Saena. Warbone wanted nothing more than to devote his life to creating a save haven for the spirit that had lured him from a sad death up in the mountains.

The pitch of his growl changed in all this; his mouth refusing to retreat from her nape, fearless of her potential retaliation— the sound and feel of him deepening as he pressed into her— waiting to receive her teeth or her body beneath him.