Demons

Perhaps believing the female to be helplessly insane was a mistake. Suddenly, her words morphed from garbled nonsense to clear, concise statements. Lids narrowed over verdant orbs as he pondered this. Either she was playing games, or was crazy beyond anything he had ever seen before. Generally the mad wolves he met were mad with rage, not like this.



Seraphim had endured a deep, disturbing silence to here such clear words come from her. Jezebel, then. Apologies. His gaze traveled to the gator at his feet along with hers as he listened to her instructions. He turned the beast over, and sure enough the underside looked thinner. He was raising his head to thank her as her voice took him by surprise again. She seemed to have slipped right back into the lunacy he had met her during. The wicked giggle that emitted from her throat was enough to send chills down a lesser wolf's spine.



My mistake, was all he said as he bent to tear into the animal at his feet. He would leave some when he was finished. He knew he could never eat all of it, and if this female was truly hungry any meal would be satisfying.