Mudminnow River too sweet for me

Eyes darkened, a weight settling over his features as he leaned toward her, closing the space between them. The faintest twitch of his lip betrayed a smirk, though his voice carried no humor when he rumbled, 'Yer daddy's a good man. Gave you somethin’ to hold on to, somethin’ that made you strong.
His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, unrelenting. Listen t'me, Winnie. His tone dipped, the growl of a wolf who knew his place and was staking a claim. You are mine. Same as all the Bearclaw women are mine—to protect, to keep safe.
The shadow of his body was cast upon her— commanding, dominating. But there was a shred of light, ripped from his skin, meant to shine upon her. Ain't the man I was, lil' girl. But I’m the one who’ll stand between you and the world, teeth bared, bloodied if it comes to that.
His voice dropped lower, gravel thickening his tone. To keep that heart safe o'yours, you gotta stay in the valley. Am I clear?