Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

He protested, writhed, felt himself growing powerless as the pale creature overpowered him, and it was unlike anything he could remember feeling before. Firefly tried to lift himself up, to shove the body off of him, but all he got as a result was the chiding voice of the stranger: Now, now — settle — The man was fighting so hard that he could hear the blood in his ears, the pulse of his heart as it fueled his every tense, shift, kick, and drowned out most of what was said; he snarled and tried to angle himself closer to the stranger's face to tear at it, and snapped his teeth as close as he could, but to no avail.

There somewhere you need to be, sweetness? jabbed the stranger, and to be truthful Firefly didn't know how to take those words. He was pissed off, and rightly so. But at the same time there was an undercurrent of something in those words - a flirtation? He wasn't sure if he read that right, being so riled up and focused on getting the fuck away from this pale wolf. He needed to get to Caiaphas — !