Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

mutual suffering;;

it was the hardness of his body which wakened silvertongue, stilled the seeking of her kiss. and her memory searched for itself, found the recollection not of this muscled form but something lithe and tall and without the questing, invasive nature of the men she had known before. silvertongue blinked and the face nestled against her own was that of a beast. another blink and he was crowfeather. she began to tremble, her teeth flashing flawless and sharp; "where did he go? what have you done with him?" the end of her sentence was a shriek, her limbs beating at his own. and when she lunged upward again it was to mar and drink salt blood until she was broken from this bleak dream. for him, she fought; she believed.