Swiftcurrent Creek anything's better than letting her realize she can do better than me

With a shit eating grin from his friend and a string of encouraging words—or as encouraging as Arric could be when he was being cheeky— Akavir snorted in return, a lavish wink given, though the air remained heavy with the potential unknown that lingered between them and what lay before them. “Make it a roast, baby. You know I love a good roast.”

A laugh—and then with a hint of seriousness, the Mayfair lifted a paw to clap at his Beta’s back, as hard as it was to reach the behemoth, and he began to leave, the knot in his stomach growing—Silvertongue’s scent clinging to them both, and the beginning of Eshe’s on the rise.

It felt as if something was about to change in a great and unyielding way.