Redsand Canyon Voice of Witchcraft

The brindled male feels a surge of dominance hit him. He wants to throttle her again for being weak. For submitting, tucking her tail, and whimpering to him. Even though she does exactly as he says. His thoughts are dark with the thoughts of Nemesis’ death. What if he killed Nyra too? She truly didn’t betray him like Nemisis did. I don’t want to kill her. Comes his softer side. The side he give only to his pack. The only thing he gives a fuck about. 

He flips back into reality and ever so slowly and loosens his jaws. The pressure of his teeth gone, his canary eyes look up to her as he soothes a tongue over the blood pooling from his teeth. 

Then he raises his head, but only slightly. He’s still much too close to her, caging her in with his body and pinning her in place with his intense gaze. He finally speaks and it’s soft, voice rolling and deep. 

“I’m not going to kill you. I never was.” He admits. “I want to trust you. I want to make you strong. Give me your loyalty, Nyra. All of it.” His voice is deeper, more assertive on the last three words. He means business.