Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

The snake watched the wolf as silence prevailed for a moment. As he tilted his head after asking the question, the man almost cocked his eyebrow. He knew better than to think this wolf didn't know what he was talking about, yet his eyes filled with fake concern, his tail wrapping around his body. She was..carrying my pups in her belly. That's why I followed her. She's vunerable right now. The lie slipped easily from his tongue, as it had so many times before. It had become part of him, the rush of getting away with it never growing old.
The wind seemed to stop as if to hear his next words, matching the quietness of the two males for only a moment before the mind of the blackened wolf created an idea. An awful, marvelous idea. He resisted throwing back his head and laughing, yet it was difficult. Almost eagerly, he opened his mouth to speak, choosing his next words carefully, the look of innocence still in his eyes. My nickname for my wife is Sunshine. It's as if her fur stole it off the sun. Her eyes are dark brown, as a shadowed tree deep in a forest. His soul waited anxiously for the reaction he wanted.