I saw the end, it looks just like the middle

Ravana felt the tremor in his limbs, a shudder that came from somewhere deep within—more than cold, more than the sting of sleet slicing through her fur. It was exhilarating, sharp and jolting, spurred by the way the male moved beneath her. Desperate, uncertain, so very alive.

His snarl cracked the frigid silence, vibrating against her paws as they pressed into his chest. Ravana's lilac eyes glistened, a spark of delight igniting in their silver depths. The cold gnawed at her, wedging its way through her body with a venomous bite, but she welcomed it, embraced it, let it sink into her bones until it became another weapon. She was as unfeeling as that very cold, in her element.

When he lunged with the intent to regain control, she felt the shift—the sudden surge of power as he shoved his weight against her. It thrilled her, sending a rush of heat through her veins. His jaw snapped at her, teeth aiming for her scruff, but she twisted with a dancer’s grace, evading the clamp (but only just) with a teasing laugh.

“Oh, you do have fire,” she murmured, voice lilting, almost sing-song as she leaned back just out of reach, her paws skimming over the cold earth. The challenge in his eyes only widened her wicked grin. “Show me more? Anyways, moving is the best way to keep warm in the cold.” That and cuddling up with a stranger, but she rather this option.

She pressed forward again, feinting left, then swiping at him from the right with a playful slap of her paw. Not enough to wound, but enough to sting, to test his reaction, to keep him guessing—if it landed.


"Illusion Nightwing"