Let the bodies hit the floor

Still furious enough to kill the brute settled down beside Sibelle and started to groom her coat with her tongue in an effort to help her relax. He knew it was a life changing event that had happened to her, and something they would both have to learn how to live with. He sighed softly into her coat, holding her close and wishing he had been there to protect her. He could hear by her soft breaths that she was relaxing and through mumbled tone she would tell him ? she did it? his blood would run cold, and only one name slithered into his mind. Cataleya. She had done this, who else could Sibelle have meant by ?she?? She had spoken to that twisted bitch, had hoped to form an alliance with her and meanwhile that white demon had done this to his beloved behind her black. His blood wasn't cold now, it was boiling hot and the ability to stay and sit there was unbelievably painful. He wanted to go now, race off into the forest and find the woman he now hated with all his heart, and bring her down as she had done to his Sibelle.



He trembled softly as he placed his head down against her and forced his breathing to slow. He tasted blood in his mouth, and all he could think of was how furious he was, how he needed to teach others they could not harm what was his, could not take away what he loved. When he left Cat?s intestines trailing along the borders of Solstice the world would know he meant it, when he said warned them not to touch what was his.