Shadow Mountain i had walked my entire life as a dead man

Wake intended to be early also. He would have liked to nap in their meeting place and awaken to the sound of Lestan’s arrival, or otherwise sleep through the disappointment of his absence…

But he arrived to find those bluesummer eyes already there.

Thunderstruck, Winter’s Wake hid his surprise behind a cool, welcoming façade. Lestan, he said with great affection, tail lifted into a broad wag. He came near enough that his own groomed pelt might be appreciated, as he openly admired the summerwolf as if undressing him with his eyes.

Once Lestan had been thoroughly ravished, visually and mentally, black emeralds found the splay of amethyst flowers at their paws. Are these for me? He looked up again, dark gaze dancing with the delight of a dragon eyeing its hoard.