We made these

When Basilisk was determined, he could be hard to sway. And right now, he wanted to have the freedom to move and speak around Ignita without fear of trampling or disturbing their little ones. The fear that had been bottling up inside of him from the moment Ignita had gone into labour began leaking out. He had kept it contained, safe around the children.

“Foolish wolf.” He growled again. So easily she seemed to think he would tire of her. “Everything has been for you. The carefully laid plans for marriage, these beautiful children, your role as consort. Do you think it all means so little?” He asked her, pushing his paw more heavily into her chest. “I chose you. I will always want you. You are mine, and I will not let your insecurities ever have you thinking otherwise. mine.” He told her, shoving her lightly with the paw before claiming her lips with his own.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"