Greatwater Lake Not the Man I Once Was

Donovan nods leisurely at her comment. “I agree. Would you be surprised to hear we have some?” He comments referencing the subject of allies. 

Then she speaks about how she’s only heard rumors of his horrid half. The side of him that desires death and gore. The evil prickling of fucked up thoughts and the forever itching need to kill and cause chaos. She has no idea. She doesn’t know how fast he is to kill or attack. Yet her and her allies don’t know the fact that he is willing to do what he must to keep an ally or to stay at least neutra with a pack. They didn’t even try resining so neither will he. They will get no more mercy from him.

Then she gives her insight about Nemisis and quickly as it came the subject of her is gone. When at first he stepped forth she seems cautious. Now she comes closer and breathes the most peculiar words he’s heard yet. What if I want to try? And Donovan is inhaling a calm breath at her closeness. Taking in her scent and the want to press himself against her almost wins. Almost. He’s stepping back so he can look her in the eyes.

“It’s true.” He finally says, almost sadly. Referring to whether or not she should believe everything she’s heard about him. “Everything you’ve heard is true, Simmik. Though not to the extent to which you allies play it out to be, enough of it is true that I cannot deny it.” His eyes are passionately gazing into her own. “You’re welcome to try, darling. How I feel towards you will not change, no matter the relation of our packs or allies. Though it’s sad to say, I’m sure you’ll grow to hate me. Something I don’t want to see happen, but find it inevitable.”