Swiftcurrent Creek the aftermath

Her jaws clamped to the throat and the scream of the creature was silenced—a harsh moment in the heart of the wild and thrilling all the same. He crooned, his tongue sweeping over his jaws as he moved toward her, pressing himself against her as his nose swept across her cheek in pride and contentment. A worthy hunter who would teach her children—their children?—well.

The creek’s children.

His croon a rumble, his teeth casting a flashing nip with more pressure to her shoulder, desiring her, enraptured by her presence. “We will line your den with many of them,” he promised, eyes sweeping back toward her striking features to study her.