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

Her eyes sought his face as he pressed his hind to the forest floor, and for a moment the two ashen beasts were swallowed in fog. There was a possessiveness in his eyes that Jinx very faintly caught onto, but its breadth she did not comprehend. For Jinx, emotions were but crutches upon which wolves blamed their weaknesses... But when he crooned out my love into the still air, there was the hint of a shiver through her spine that sang it back at him, silently.

Her body teetered an instant before she let herself lie fully on her side, already hungering for his touch again, craving his body (oh, he should not have woken those desires), but refraining. Despite the thrill his words gave her, there was the unforgiving, underlying no that shattered a piece of her heart, if it could be called that. He had another suggestion, one which she toyed with in her mind momentarily, but its conclusion made her fur prickle with uncertainty. "She would not allow it," she said confidently, and I will not bow to her.

It would take a God's decree to sway her, but in the coming days she could come to realize that the God she most devoted herself to was that which wore Lecter's skin and clothes: the dark witch himself. Sos was forever her deity, and Atka forever His partner, but it was Lecter Jinx would devote herself to above Them... And if only she had known it now, in the aftermath of the greatest moment in her life, she would have followed him immediately home, meek and obedient as any good lover. If only it did not take a few days to come to the conclusion that Horizon Ridge was nothing in her designs, and was not presently fruitful... But for now, she was convinced Lethe was a troublesome blot on Shearwater Bay's history pages, and certain that she would never cross into that woman's pack's territory willingly.