Arrow Lake abbatia

Where Germanicus’ weight had given her warmth, the cat replacing him had doused her in ice. Where his kisses had branded her in an awakening that would haunt her, so would the fierce glare of the cougar, it’s amber feline eyes meeting her own wife-eyed terror when she saw blood— and then witnessed the satisfaction reverberating from the creature almost victoriously as its lips became painted with the crimson of it. 

And then there was Germanicus—fierce ire and so quick to strike that surely neither her nor the cat had expected it. His jaws would crush, snapping the cat backwards in doing so and the silver Epochian would be thrust aside with a slash of claws, cast away as the cougar wove its dying claws for one last swipe to the man who drained its life. 

Once more her mind would become the static of an old school cinematic tape on replay on black and white—the way his teeth had begun their exploration, pulling her to him as she writhed under him. And now her blood began to pool against the snow underneath. This is what you deserve…. This is what you deserve…. This is what you deserve.

She reached for him, terrified.