Bearclaw Valley succubus

“Well, it's a good thing I'm not fearful.”

That might have been a foolish remark to make. After the disappearance of her brother, Piper should have been a little more than fearful. Instead, she had forced her fears to make her stronger; she had grown out of her quiet shaking and hardened her skin against the terrors of the world. The dusk wolf with shimmering argent eyes did very little to sway her. Foolish, but headstrong; Piper would not waver against the sultry words of a fierce stranger. That was her home, not his... and fear wasn't good for anything.

The young girl continued to stare at him, openly. In the back of her mind there was a scene in which this Stigmata was the creature who had stolen away her brother. In this fantasy, the Redleaf girl was powerful enough to tear him down – through fury alone – and return Lucas to his home. The more her champagne gaze lingered on him, the less she suspected him of any true trouble. It was disappointment that took hold of her. She gritted her teeth together and waited for what he might say next.