Chill of the dark

She came closer with her paw, placing her scruff under his nose. It would be so easy to grip his teeth into her skin… but why would he want to? That territorial feeling was growing inside of him. Something in what she had said, about wanting to stay his. To stay his. And what better way to claim a wolf? Perhaps he wasn’t truly awake. Perhaps this was an odd dream, where Ignita had snuck her way into his den, into his arms.

He didn’t let go of her paw, holding her to him. What would she do? So far she hadn’t struggled, had gone along meekly, the lamb trusting the wolf. He opened his mouth, breathing in more deeply, his teeth scraped her fur on the end of a yawn. He shuddered softly. He loved Hazel, he loved her more than life itself. What was the heat in his chest? The feelings rushing through him. “Ignita…” He whispered against her ear. Her scent, normal and familiar, was igniting something inside of him. He needed to let her go, push her away. He couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not with Hazel. His claws curled a little tighter around her paw