Two peas

He growled his question into the darkness, and only silence greeted him. He could feel his anger rising. His Ignita, ripped from his arms from dream to reality. He could feel his need and desire, and the fading scent of her as if she was vanishing before his eyes. Why had silence greeted him?

But he knew why. He was the Warlord, and the wolf he snarled at was Yara, his slave. She likely didn’t answer because she was afraid. He had almost forced himself on her in his confusion, and now he was snarling into the dark. He forced himself to pull back slowly, breathing quick and ragged. “A dream… It was a dream..” He said, an explanation, and a lacklustre apology.


"Basilisk"