Fury Burns Hot

“Then prove it.” Sephiran is quick to retort, snarling through bared fangs as he continued to glare down at his brother. Cifarelli could try and plead his case until he turned blue. But until Sephiran saw change in his brother, until he saw growth, he was a parasite feeding off the power he’d obtained. Rolling around with some bitch while the rest of his family provided for the pack. He still needed to promote an Effendi Gezgin, and if Cifarelli could prove he’d excelled as a scout, he would bestow it upon his brother. But he needed to prove he was worthy first.

As Cifa shifted, Sephiran watched him closely, his gaze unwavering as he noted every subtle move the smaller male made. He’d nip at Sephiran’s chin, exuding primal and animalistic behaviors; showing he had submitted, and accepted his place beneath his Sultan. With a low, guttural growl, Sephiran dismisses him with a flick of his muzzle, commanding him to flee back into the darkness of The Polar Sound.

They’d be seeing each other again soon.


"Sephiran Saxe"