Forever mine

“I think I can manage one every now and then, the rest are up to you.” He said dead-pan back at her tease. When she booped his nose, he pretended to snap lightly at the paw. He pulled her closer to him again, and breathed in the scent of her. She belonged to him, and that knowledge and the scent of her pulling through his nostrils still caused reactions inside of him.

“I know you worry, but we Fatalis wolves are a different breed altogether. When my father was barely more than a child he had already started a feud with another pack. My grandfather fought in gladiator sports for his survival. He was bred for fighting abilities, and that isn’t going away any time soon. You will just have to rise to this challenge.” He breathed the words softly into her fur.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"