No Sweeter Song Has Been Sung

N/A · 05-27-2014, 05:46 AM

The old male couldn't deny that Narsha reacted the way he suspected she would. But before she could retreat, Hyperion caught a glimpse of what she had been hiding all along. Her left eye was dead, leaving behind a ring of scarred flesh. He winced as she snapped her head around and stumbled back another step. Perhaps he had invaded her space, but now he felt the need to help her grow ever stronger. Any thoughts of her enticing scent were pushed away, and he stepped closer yet, insisting that she trust him. "Please, my lady. Let me see. I promise I won't hurt you." He would try to lean his head around once more, amber eyes seeking to examine the damaged area. Had she been hurt by another? Hyperion felt a protective sort of anger rise up in his heart. He had dealt with enough wolves in his life that sought to violate and injure helpless females. He was done with that. If the Glaciem alpha was responsible for this, the old brute would see that he got his own share of injuries. Still, he was glad that the queen had granted her leave. As long as Narsha was safe now. "You're safe now," he said with a smile, echoing his thoughts. "But will you tell me what happened to that eye of yours? Did another wolf bring harm to you this way?" Of course his tone was tender and quiet, soft words caressing the air. But underneath he felt a churning feeling of uncertainty and anger. He would avenge this maiden, whatever the cost. Not only for her, but for his deceased mate Aurora. He would do for Narsha what he had been unable to do for her. He would defend the woman he cared about.

Walk.
"Talk."Think.

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