I Do What I Want

Cannabis? To burn as an incense? A luxury, not a necessity; she didn’t need the herb at all, but desired to have it. No, that must be a lie. She’d never mentioned wanting it before, and he’d never smelt it in the herbal concoctions that she burned. This has to be a ruse.  She was lying, lying, lying.

“You are defying your Sultan?” By now, Sephiran is seething. His pelt bristling higher, his shoulders rolling forward and his tail raising as he exudes an aura of dominance. Of oppression. He will not waste his time accompanying her out of the pack lands; perhaps if she had mewled and begged he would have allowed his jaguar companion to keep an eye on her. But she was persistent, defiant, and Sephiran was suspicious. Allowing her to leave was nonexistent now.

He’d suddenly shove his shoulder forward, jutting it straight into her chest, wanting to knock the wind of her lungs and force her back several steps. In his eyes, he issued her a silent challenge; I’ll sooner die than see you leave.

"Sephiran Saxe"