Phoenix Maplewood bad moon rising

At his sudden lunge, her lips pulled upwards to bare her teeth, and she whipped her head around to glare at him, so close--too close--to her. Yet something in her allowed her to take a step back, pressing her hindquarters the slightest bit against his side. Her eyes blazed fire, her fangs suggested punishment, her body suggested conquest. Everything was at odds, now.

"Your. Name," Lily demanded, each syllable sharp, ignoring his question as he had ignored hers. A glint of humor entered her gaze. "Or I'll. . .give you one myself. Won't be pretty."

On the contrary, it might be beautiful, though hellishly so. Names of demons rolled through her brain, captivating her mind as he captivated her flesh. Still, she would prefer his own name, even if he made one up on the fly. His name would give her something to hold onto, a twisted talisman of sorts.

In this strange moment, Bracken Sanctuary was forgotten. Alarian was forgotten. Vilkas. . .forgotten, too.