Jade Fern Grove hauntings

"you're not with me," merrick suddenly declared aloud. he had stopped dead atop a patch of moss, the stones beneath which lingered a long-forgotten cache. single lantern-eye burned with a pouting nature toward the woman, and he recalled how she had been once before.
but he had not slaked any of his malicious thirsts with women. was that not why she worried? he knew the tense nature of her taut body, its beauty having never left her. merrick leant toward her with a cluck; he sought to kiss the neck of his vexed corvid. no need to tell her of ulysses. nor donovan. he desired no other she-wolf; the mad prince had but one queen.