The need to feel that you're alright

The Warlord's expression deepened in confusion as she spoke. Asking for respect, not commitment. Had he not just told her that he respected her? Wanted her? Commitment was exactly his concern. He allowed her to work his paw loose, and it fell to the ground with a soft thud. He thought of the taste of blood on her lip, of the heat in her own eyes. The tease of her body. He let out a soft groan.

It was true that there was a heavy dose of lust in his veins right now. Did she want more than that? Was she afraid his feelings were adrenaline based only? “I came for you, Isa. I would do so again. Because you are mine. But I will come for you tomorrow, because you belong to yourself, as well. I will teach you to fight, and give you the tools to protect yourself. Now leave.” He growled, stepping to the side and showing her his fangs. The same ones that ended life not so very long ago.

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