Redhawk Caldera jaguar

Fox replied to the touch on her hip with a snap of her teeth, the sudden, forceful “click” ringing in her ears. ”I need you,” he crooned. When they had met, she had told him that she was to be earned, not taken. That policy still stood. He could, of course, challenge that. But the outcome was not one that was likely to be in his favor. Without Raven here, though, it was more difficult to object his advances. With her rock, so similar in appearance to her father, making the choices that others would agree with was easy. Without her, Fox was swayed easily by nature. She had never been a particularly complex wolf, and she had always been more feral than civilized.

And there was the chance she wasn’t already pregnant.

”What if you get what you want, and then change your mind?” she asked, pausing and narrowing her eyes in on him. She knew what her solution would be, of course. She would hunt him down herself and tear out his throat, relieving herself from any commitment to him. She had considered as much when she had thought Peregrine would no longer be useful to the pack, so why not Kaizer?