~ Aria ~
Blood coats my tongue, sharp and metallic, intoxicating in a way that terrifies me. My wolf prowls in delight, pacing inside my chest, licking her fangs with hunger for more. The rabbit hangs limp between my jaws, but the satisfaction is fleeting—already, she craves another chase, another kill.
Kael circles me, black fur bristling like storm clouds caught in the flesh. His silver eyes gleam in the dusk, fixed on me as if I am both prey and equal. His muzzle drags across along my neck, heat radiating through his every breath. My wolf shivers but refuses to bow, tail twitching in defiance
I growl—low, guttural, a warning.
His answering snarl splits the silence, shaking the trees. It’s deeper, sharper, laced with authority that sinks into my bones like claws. The bond thrums betw
