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Germanicus, he spat the name, finally his eyes falling fmfo her own, expecting pain from such intimacy once more from her but only finding regret. He was nothing, Silvertongue. Nothing.

 Champagne gold met azure blue and he was unable to stop the surge of his form as he moved forward now, the distance between them rapidly disappearing as an Alpha wolf all but stalked his prey.

Chose otherwise for what, Silvertongue? I wanted you to choose life. I needed you to choose life because I loved you more than anything--more than my jealousy of Crowfeather and the way you loved him. More then-- But the words were torn from him-- her scent coming to him now and he could swear Wren now haunted him in this moment. Wren who made a promise and disappeared with the wind.

He stopped abruptly in front of her--eyes grazing her in a way that revealed he was more than familiar with her. The delightful curve of her hips--the arch or her nape and exactly the way she tasted like an addiction. His lip curled then. You forced me to watch a strange pack in the desert take you away to a supposed death that you wished for. What familiarity could you possibly want of me?