nothin' colder than a bitch's heart

Oh, he knew just how to push her buttons, didn’t he? He should go find that pack. Him and Basilisk could be best friends forever bosom buddies. “My problem” She growled slowly. As if he was hard of hearing. “Is asshole wolves who think they should control everything. Who barge in where they don’t belong and think they own the place.”

He sure fit that bill, him and Basilisk both. If her leg was just a little stronger… actually, fuck it. If he took another step, she was going for the throat. Half blind and lame or not, she would show him what regret felt like.


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