Chill of the dark

He had taken her freedom with the intention that she wouldn't be a slave forever. But looking at her now, he saw that letting her go would give her the freedom to leave. To choose, to take another. He wasn't sure if he could let her have that freedom. “You might come to regret what I've taken from you.” He said as she pushed herself away. His paws twitched with an urge to chase her, his lust was up. For blood, for her. He knew the darker urges came from his father, who'd made many questionable choices in his life.


Perhaps he understood his father a little more just than. To do what he wanted, and ignore the cost. He wanted her in a way he hadn't until before tonight. She'd woken something inside of him, and he wasn't sure it would leave him easily.he watched her with a predators eye to see if she'd take the full path to the door of his den.