Atticus guides his mate out through the hall. Every so often pulling her into an embrace and locking lips. Two lovers on their way to continue the evening in private. Clara barely gets to wave farewell to Eveyln, as Atticus guides her through the masses of inebriated wolves. Clara hadn’t missed the disgusted looks as she passed. Her transitioning to River in the middle of a bar had not been forgotten. She wouldn’t apologise for it. It was the folk of Nesta who had it wrong, Clara fires back mindlessly to the glares of disapproval. “Ignore them” Atticus manages between the graze of his teeth on Clara’s lip, nipping and sucking. It had become a driving lust he was losing control over, it doesn’t seem too much for show anymore as both parties become heated and breathless with each exchange. G
