Phantom Hollow capture the erymanthian boar

the moment is a spell woven like ingram's own personal hell and the contemplation if he was strong enough to overcome the primal instincts kicking into high gear, urging him to ghost nearer to her ... and walking away.

it is shattered, splintering in a thousand sharp splintered directions at the approach of another male circling her with a snarl aimed in ingram's direction.

the curl of his lips to expose his teeth, spurred too easily by the freedom that he has no ties. no loyalties.

and no fucks to give.

but he was a loner and there was the consideration that getting into a fight over a woman that he would never see again in his life was ... stupid.

and ingram was a lot of things but he wasn't sure his ego could withstand the brand of 'stupid' upon it.

take your woman and leave me. he grumbles out the order: because why did he have to leave?