Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

He hadn't been here as long as the most of the wolves here and so he was not sure who would have been capable of this that was not currently present. There was an urge to clean it — perhaps to taste blood more than out of kindness — but he resisted. Kalganov was not oblivious to fear that oozed off of her in almost tangible waves.

Cowards. He cooed in a tone that easily suggested he was taking her side. Granted his thoughts drifted elsewhere. If they had come so close to offing her, why had they stopped? Had it been the fiery toned female to ward off her own death? Was he laid with a more dangerous maiden than he had originally thought?

It was a rich thought.