Stavanger Bay the thief and the moon

Oh, Dalia... she was so quick to abandon any rational thought that should have taken control of her frame in the moment that he had jumped toward her. Surely, she had felt a familiar ache in the presence of a man who aimed to pin her to the earth. For that, he should have felt sorry for the girl; he should have not approached her with such severity on their first attempt. He could not feel anything for her or the pain that she had suffered. He wanted only for her to grow stronger so that she would never know such fears again.

The freckled girl ducked to protect her neck and seemed to scramble away from him. The problem with backing away with her head low was that she did not know where she was going and had placed herself at a great disadvantage. The warhound made quick work of the space between them and aimed to clasp his teeth to her scruff and pin her to the earth.