Ravensblood Forest light of my life, fire of my loins [m]

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The graze of her own teeth through his fur seemed to weaken him also, and he lowered himself to his haunches beside her, bristling briefly with a man's protectiveness of the great gift he had been granted mere moments before. But in the next second it had passed; he was implacable Lecter yet again, and he swung his ears forward to hear the sibilant plea in her sweet vocals.

“For now, my love,” the shaman murmured, for he knew well what she meant, but he would not abandon Lethe for Jinx, not until she was his fully, and he had drunk his fill of old Shearwater. “Perhaps you could return with me,” he suggested in a cool tone, eyes sliding sideways to brook her response.