Wild Berry Meadow [m] feelin' herself

—he resisted the urge to tsk, shaking his head. roan didn't flaunt himself as some dangerous bachelor, though the woman had begun to make him feel like it. he was a rogue on the outskirts, meant for damnation, yet she kept insisting on holding him hostage with her singular eye.

she moved closer. careful, woman. roan was mean. staggering with coiled rage beneath his mahogany skin. a bite that didn't care about sex.

he took a cautious look around them. where's your pack?