Victor
Another spasm, and then another.Prickles shoot through the wolf’s paws.
It won’t be long now.
Must protect mate.
The demon king…
He’s…
He’s injured…
Perhaps dying…
Mutiny.
Bound to help the demons in their mutiny.
It’s an ancient pact, and the wolf can’t access it.The man can’t access it.
But they both know…
They both know it’s true.
It comes from his ancestry…and it’s only a feeling.No knowledge, but a simple fact.
A fact he can’t escape.
He must kill the demon king.
The stepfather of his mate.
Mate.
Pregnant mate.
Must get back to mate.
His forepaw spasms once more…
Then one of his hind legs quivers.
He breathes in, out, in again…
More demon blood.
It surrounds him, envelops him, nauseates him…
Yet still he knows what he must do.
More prickles, more tingles, more involuntary spasms within his flesh.
Pregnant mate…
Her name is…
Her name is…