Emberwood and it hurts my soul

they would meet eventually. whether by choice or happenstance, they would meet. bhediya thought that it might be better to warn @Pygmalion in advance before he crossed ishara's path on her own. it'd been days since their last proper conversation; since his admission, they'd only communicated in short spurts.

bhediya didn't know if she liked it that way. a part of her, a sick and hidden part craved the control. it was all she'd ever known, so to be without it when having it was an option... she didn't know.

a howl was sounded for her mate. she waited beside the den he'd dug for a response.