Worst In Me

He looked at the older male, his eyes alight with joy, he was just about to respond to his congratulations and cautious warning when a cry came from the darkened orchard. “MARA” it screamed and every hair on Ruthgar’s body stood on end. He didn’t give a solid fuck about who the male was or how he knew Mara, all he knew was that he was a stranger.

When Mara joined them soon after he felt a chill run through every inch of his body. The stranger had disturbed Mara when the pups were at their weakest. A deep, thunderous growl rose from his chest, his jaws parting in a rabid snarl as he rose to his paws, the long mane like hairs between his shoulders standing on end. He was dead unless Mara or Félicien tried to stop him, although as things were, he was more than sure that they would join him instead. “Woo th’ fook ‘re ye?” He hissed venomously.

This is him talking This is him thinking This is you