Bearclaw Valley windes blast and weder strong

shocking. he'd caught hold of some flesh and he did, indeed, squeeze; he felt blood come and was at once excited and ashamed. he spat, backing up, vibrating all over, eyes seeing nothing.

i'm sorry, surya said, shaking his head to clear the haze that had fallen over him. every nerve in his body was electric. i'm— forgive me, bruin-witch.

he bowed low, nape exposed, ready to take his punishment.

better merrick dole it out here and now, rather than the pack coming later to tear him apart.