Emberwood the die is cast, pt.2

such an original title @Basilie

His jaws had clasped, snare-like around Basilie's throat. Something warm had oozed from where his teeth had scraped past her fur and felt skin, the liquid running down his teeth and into his mouth. It felt good, as if Dovev had finally gotten something in return after these months. And fate knew that this tundra beast was all about revenge.

How simple it would be for the arctic wolf to apply just an ounce more pressure onto her jugular, feeling the vibration of her speech reverberate up her neck. Dovev twisted his head roughly, stepping back as he let go.

What? You're not going to fight back? he questioned curiously, but anger was welling hotly in his eyes. Some Roman she was. But Dovev was reminded how Shadow had simply turned tail on Scim and he, instead of standing up to fight at their confrontation.