Otter Creek The bitch came back

He winces but chuckles when she licks his face and says those sweet but dangerous words. He knows she’s not playing. He could only imagine finding that wolf and teaming up on her with Serem. It would be oh so beautiful. 

“She was the alphess of the Saints of whatever the fuck she said.” He hums. “I can’t recall her name right now.” He grunts and moves to lap at Serem’s own face too. 

Then he goes quiet for a second. “I missed you, cariña.” He says softly then. “I still cannot find Clarence. I’ve been searching for both of you.”