Shook hands with the devil
09-01-2020, 10:57 PM
Her eyes were fixed on Osmond over Tamsyn's shoulder, barely able to breathe through the fear that was gripping her lungs. In the limited world she had been brought up in, he had been the biggest threat in her life and she couldn't possibly imagine him being stopped. A larger wolf's form appeared in the corner of her vision and she looked toward the scarred, battle worn woman with a slight confusion and awe. She didn't understand how this woman was tied to Tamsyn exactly, but their scents were certainly intermingled quite heavily so it was obvious they spent a lot of time together. It was all just too much for her mind to process. When Tamsyn fell back onto her haunches, Rhona quietly stepped up to stand beside her, standing just slightly behind Tamsyn's shoulder. Her ears flicked at the statement that Tamsyn made about Osmond's impending death. How many times had she imagined something like this happening to him the nights that he forced himself on her to try for their pups that wouldn't come? How many times had she hoped that he would just disappear so she could be free? Now that it was staring her in the face it was hard to watch. At the same time... she couldn't bring herself to look away. She gave a small shake of her head and settled on her haunches next to Tamsyn, their sides lightly touching. "No, I'll stay." She would watch her mate die and she would be happy to do so. |
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