Moonspear [m] listening to fear

It was only the second time he’d taken a woman, though Inji had been a good teacher and instincts took care of the rest. Talisman just hoped Sialuk enjoyed it as much as he did, their brief coupling even more ethereal than the moments preceding it.

But while she enjoyed the afterglow, Talis experienced what could only be called post-nut clarity. He’d just mated with a woman he hardly knew, the leader of his new pack. She had been willing, which was reassuring, but he had so many questions he wanted to ask.

She beat him to it. Talisman blinked. He didn’t think she was necessarily interested in him romantically but, until yesterday, he hadn’t realized Kusuma cared about him at all. He realized he still had trouble believing any woman associated with The Tribe wanted anything to do with him.

I don’t know. I don’t think so. We’re not a thing or anything, he said to Sialuk. Then it was his turn, so he asked, What about you? What are you… um, I mean, what happens now?