Jade Fern Grove hauntings

arrogant, in love, flush with his deep anger and great hatred of the stone walls rising knifelike between them. merrick let out his breath in a rush, moved past her to kick an old gnawed bone into the den where he had once slept. she was aware of something; he pinned his tongue between his teethtips and then his ragged ears twitched back and back.
paws gripped the earth; his head swam, and inexplicably now a hot tear raced down his cheek. no mention for it; neither grief nor anger inspired the droplet. it simply existed, cutting a darkened path along his scar-laden cheek.
"you are the woman i love," merrick said simply. his lopsided stare had come to bear on her again, and in it was a naked plea never directed toward another living thing aside from the blackbird. she knew his weak flesh. she knew the lusts that drove him beyond sight and mind. 
but he had no taste for a feminine body that did not belong in all ways to the dark she-wolf.
it remained, now, if she would still scourge him for what he had done before.
"forgive me. i don't know how else to ... be."