Silver Creek yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death

his tongue lapped at the brisk current, but his eyes -- they rested upon the svelte she-wolf, pointedly seeking her gaze as his tongue, vulgar and quick, danced across the surface of the water. she had looked away from him when she had seen him -- coquettishly, iliksis might have added. he finished his drink, his long tongue extracted back between a cage of whittled, pine-white teeth.

iliksis was only hours into being inducted to grayson's fold. during their conversation grayson had hinted to a band of wolves following him and iliksis wondered if this was one of the women -- nay, future wives -- in grayson's flock. certainly there was an allure to this finely built she-wolf, who possessed a body supple and enticing. what aroused that reptilian hunger the most in iliksis was the brevity of those arctic eyes - wintry, icy eyes which seemed to penetrate with an intensity that left iliksis raw with carnality.

he moved up the bank, holding her in his sullen gaze as he did so. her nod had been invitation enough for him to ford the distance and press his company upon her. grayson had said enough for the male to draw between the lines the true hierarchy women in his coven occupied, but iliksis had to confirm this for himself.

breathless, and feeling very keenly something rotten raise its head in him, iliksis drew his nose along addison's nape, fully prepared for the swing of fangs in his face.