Wapun Meadow Down my thigh

mother fucked a wolf
this sentence brought merrick's single eye alight in interest. "we have that in common," he told her with a tempted glisten of teeth, "though my father was only partly coyote." tadec had looked it, however, and merrick had been relieved to see none of that vapid blood in his children.
an omen;
"not a witch?" merrick teased, lopsided gaze half-lidded and intrigued. the pallid woman was dangerous, yes, something dark unfurling behind the bloodstone eyes. and it was to this that he was drawn, the curl of black smoke in the laughing throat.
"does the omen have a name or should i call her just that?"
he hungered for the throb of artery in her throat.