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“You do not want me?” He said it low, and the words were so guttural it was difficult to make the sentence out.

“You are so dramatic,” I huffed. He tilted his head.

I pressed a kiss into his furry muzzle.

SEVENTEEN

FENRIR

Emotions waswhat she called the liquid pouring from her eyes. Such an inconsequential, non-threatening liquid, yet it caused some odd shifting in my chest. It urged me to destroy everything that dared make her leak it.

If I had not shredded that human male already, I would have done it over and over, and much slower. I learned much of torture at the hands of humans.

“I’m going to shower.”

I stiffened my grip on her.

“You will not leave my sight.”

The fur over her eyes scrunched close together.

“You’re coming with me,” she announced, lifting only one of the fur strips above her eye.

I grunted in answer.

Anything she pleased, I would do. Even to ‘shower’. I lifted her, taking care with my sharp claws and placed her on her feet to the side of her nest. She wobbled and I kept hold of her until she slipped out of my grip.

Sliding off the nest and dropping to all fours, I followed on her heels. Much too close. My claw caught her leg and shegasped, stumbling forward. I swiped out to catch her before she slammed onto the floor.

“Did I harm you?” I asked, alarmed with her silence. Turning her, I took hold of her leg and lifted. No injury. I had not hurt her. I relaxed. She flailed her arms around as she hopped on one leg.

“I’m fine! Put my foot down,” she shouted, her arms waving in the air. “Down, Fenrir.” My ears twitched at the volume she emitted. I slowly lowered her limb, and she huffed. Seemingly . . . upset?

“What have I done?”

She eyed me. Looked down and then up at me.

“Nothing,” she said, and lifted her palm to rub the side of my neck. Her small face was angled up toward me. Her hypnotic eyes studied me. I could no longer have much distance between us. If she traveled with me, I would keep her safe and hide her nearby the compound I’d been held in. It would only be moments that I would be gone. Kill the humans and then collect her and return to this den. We would make this place ours. I would breed her with my young and she would never leave my side. If she continued to feed from my seed, she would live as long as I did.

“You will come with me.” She stopped petting me and herlipsturned downward. I was beginning to take note. When she did not like something, they made that same movement.

“Wait, what?”

“I am not leaving you.” I already informed her of this. Why was she shocked?

“Hold on, hold on. This came out of left field.” She put up her hands. “Where are we going?”

“The compound.”

She blinked.

“You mean the place where they hurt you?” Her voice lowered. When she spoke this way . . . I fought the urge to pace. I grunted in answer.

“Not yet.” She put up her hands.

I exhaled hard, a growl building in my chest.

“No, no. It doesn’t mean I won’t go at all, but first I need to shower.” She shoved her little claws through the fur on her head. “A-and I need to fix up the house and clean all the blood and—” I licked her mouth. She became silent.

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