Blackfeather Woods cyfrifo

He does not believe a word of it. Treacherous snakes, the lot of these wolves. No matter how sweet the woman's voice is, he knows that evil can easily masquerade as kindness. The gilded prince lengthens his stride, eating up ground and hoping he does not stumble upon a root or fallen branch.

Llewellyn draws close enough to feel the heat of her thighs, and begins to snap his teeth at her tail, hoping to take hold. I warned you, he snarls, eyes blue fire in the darkness. He is a demon unleashed, something out of a tale of horrors, bearing down upon the shadow while, all the while, aware of his own pursuer, who is beginning to catch up.

Sooner rather than later, he will find himself caught between the two of them. Hopefully, he is able enough to hold them at bay--and get the answers he seeks.