A quiet evening

She paced slowly, the training she had been undergoing ensured her motions were lithe and supple. He hated competition? to what, attackers she had met? She frowned, the motion pulling at the pattern of flaming petals around her eyes. She felt as if she was waking after sleeping for so long. The adrenaline flooding her veins was an old friend, and her attention was only for the wolf in front of her.

“Am I wrong?” She asked softly. He hadn’t attacked her yet, but she was sure she had read the signs. The lust, the possessiveness. He moved, turning himself to her path, forcing her to a halt. She did so, stopping too close to him. She fought the urge to back up, and stared up at the giant wolf instead. “There are few wolves who deny themselves. If I’ve misread you, I apologise.” She said, but she wouldn’t believe it until she saw it with her own eyes.


"Lia"