"Maribel, the fire is magical. You’ll heal from the burns," Xeon rasped, his body quivering with the need to rush her to safety. He shifted into his giant wolf form and howled so loudly that the cabin seemed to tremble.
"No! I'm not leaving you. What if... yes, only to be killed by the freaking demons? No Xeon, I’m not a wuss, I'm not leaving you to become toast."
"Damn it, woman!" He shouted! "Now get the hell out of here."
The smoke thickened, the heat already bringing beads of sweat to Mathena’s face, but the woman stubbornly refused to flee.
"Forget it, prince. It’s not happening."
Grumbling outdated ferals and more than a few belittling comments on the brains of witches in general, and one in particular, Xeon’s wolf wrapped his furry arms around his personal thorn in his side, an
