He rose from the bed.
The blanket fell from his body.
He stretched his limbs, his muscles taut and hard. All his cords and tendons ached from head to toe. His joints squeaked and cracked as he flexed them.
The few days that had proceeded after the incident with the wolfsbane had been nothing but pure torture.
His wee mate was a wicked temptress.
Another peculiar side of her, he was only just discovering. She was giving him all the green lights that she wanted him, needed him to pleasure her.
But he couldn't.
At least not right now.
Firstly, he needed to make her an amortal first, turn her into a wolf halfling. That was the top priority on his list at the moment. The terror he had felt when she lay in his arms lifeless, crumpling into a dry pile of flesh, gave him a scare like no ot
