Midnight Tracking

Typhon had spent far too much time in his life focusing on bettering himself. He'd always looked inward, not at the wolves around him.. but rescuing Zinnia from that horrible flood int he canyon had made his heart grow softer, and he'd only further realized how he was feeling toward her when Malleus himself seemed to take notice. He hadn't only offered a suggestion, but also a rather realistic route for him to take to truly aid the Abraxas family - to propagate their line by having children. If his nephew's suggestions had influenced his feelings at all, he was blissfully unaware of it; not that knowing would really sway him in a different direction.

In this moment, he knew exactly what he wanted and nothing could convince him otherwise. The way she was looking at him only exacerbated those feelings, igniting a fire in his chest that he felt powerless to stifle. Her scent was making his head spin, and he couldn't help but lean closer and inhale sharply, letting it wash over him like a wave. All at once everything became clear, and he felt another white-hot warmth blossom as she nipped at his chest. He couldn't think of anything but her, and he growled in low appreciation as he pulled her closer. "Mine, and mine only," he breathed, a wave of possessiveness and lust and.. love?.. hitting him suddenly and all at once as he took her, consumed by feelings that were new and unfamiliar to him.

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