Phoenix Maplewood bad moon rising

She wasn't supposed to want this. She had found everything she was looking for in Vilkas; she loved the mercenary, or so she had thought. Now, locked in the spider's embrace, Lily wasn't sure. The dark man had cast everything into sudden doubt, her desires and dreams shattered to pieces in the light of the crimson moon.

Everything had changed.

She pushed back against him, letting herself cry out. Took him blow by blow, claws gritted into the earth, eyes closed, lips parted. She was a woman transformed, no longer Lily but more, less. . .different. This was simply different. Her tryst with Dirge had been desire fulfilled, and with Vilkas, it was an expression of trust.

Here, in the night, with Barracuda? She knew not what their coupling meant. Only that, at least in this moment, it felt right.