Blackfeather Woods and late in a star's life -- it begins to explode

Iliksis was an enigma. He did not behave like the other wolves who Euron encountered; the ones that were easily swayed by his suggestions. Neither of his tactics worked to redirect the dark male's attention and for a moment the boy found himself reconsidering running while he had the chance; but his heart was starting to hammer and his blood seemed to drain down to his paws, where his pads were beginning to sweat. This should have spurred him into flight and it would have any other wolf but him — he who was intoxicated by fear and the electric current it sent through his limbs.

Iliksis was closer now and his composure was threatening to come undone. He let the wolf prowl behind him in his lingering transfixion, allowing himself to believe he was safe to indulge in the wild energy the situation was steeping him in. It was more intense than he had ever felt before and only when Iliksis touched him did he flinch and start to see again through his inebriated haze.

Too late.

He tried to spring like a startled fawn but the dark wolf had already ensnared him. The boy writhed and growled and protested his confinement — "let me up!" — but even now he felt a sort of attraction to his predicament and his efforts to escape it were flimsy. He still wanted to feel this fear even as panic challenged for dominance and a clash of emotions both alien and familiar sickened him.