Swiftcurrent Creek fel

i will show you others, asmodeus invited. she would be arriving now, he suspected; warily the pale lothario searched again for any sign of the highly ranked male from the nearby pack.

but he was alone, and so he stepped lightly through the snow in the direction of her voice, taking care not to blunder over the heavily-scented borders not far from where he now stood. black eyes glinted in the muted light of the winter day; he was searching for her, waiting.