Horizon Ridge The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

He watched her with a silent appreciation – though he felt a hesitation in his chest. Whatw as it about this she-wolf that had enticed him so quickly? Did they seek each other out simply to help ease the ache of missing families? It seemed the most likely – but he found himself eager only to explore it further, rather than set up the walls he had been so determined to build against any other after the fires swept Donnelaith. It seemed only fitting that a dragoness had been the one to tear them down.
 
She was breath taking – Constantine’s eye had been drawn to beauty many times before, but only once before had he desired to seek something more from his attraction. Something about Durnehviir was very different than his feelings for Aria – but for now he would press that confusion aside, for it did not matter. The pale dove of his past no longer remembered him.. while the woman before him had sought him.
 
As her tail swept through the air, the shadow runner took the invitation and loped forward. His strides were purposeful, predatory – as if he were seeking to claim what he pressed toward. He made to close the distance between them, a deep rumble of longing escaping his jaws as his teeth made to taste the soft fur along her ear and crown once more – to fold her closer to him.