Lost Creek Hollow [m] psalms 91:10

ah, there it is. his fierceness in her; past the facade of shaba’s beauty, he sees his own mark upon her. for a moment, he is impressed.
you’re married? and you didn’t think to tell me? his pupils constrict wildly as the roar of hunger growls from his loins. i would have thought i taught you better than that, wren.
he reaches for her wrist, entangling her with him in reunion; he wishes to take her right here, right now, to show her what happens when she displeases him, displeases the god he taught her to worship;
but instead, he strikes her cheek with a blow of a hefty paw and watches as the welts form. tell me who did this, you stupid fucking—
he is cut off when all the breath is torn from him as her teeth pierce the skin of his throat.