Bonesplinter Ravine [M] Viva La Vida

A strangled scream tore from his throat as pain surged through his mangled leg, but Machiavelli’s response was immediate, a violent instinct honed by desperation and rage. With a savage lunge, he sank his teeth into Herod’s own leg, wrenching him back to the ground. Their bodies tangled in a fierce, thrashing struggle, his hold relentless, sinew and will bound together as one.

Escape was never an option.

Through the chaos, a forepaw groped across the stone floor, feeling for the bowl, slick with spilled wine. His touch found the cool rim, paw tightening around it with purpose. With a snarl, he aimed to pry Herod's jaws apart, to force that bitter, consecrated draught down his throat—a final offering.