The long road

The taste of her blood in his mouth lingered, and at the sound of soft steps, he thought, for a brief moment. She had returned to him. He lifted himself back to his feet, eyes flicking upwards, maw open to say… well… he didn’t know what, exactly. But the dark frame before him would be that of his sister.

He flushed, knowing she would smell the heat and desire in him. See the pain in his eyes. “She kissed me.” he whispered softly, settling back onto his paws in the sand. Deathbelle had returned. That was a good thing, the logical part of his mind knew. His emotions disagreed with him.

He forced himself to remember his choice, his loyalty. Who he was, and who he could never be. He was not a wolf that would cheat on his Wife. nor go back on such a monumental decision.