They cannot control me. I cannot control him.
My wolf has become feral, trembling with raw, violent intent.
But she… she reduces him to submission, collapsing to the ground, whining, and desperate for her safety. My body quakes with unrestrained rage and emotion. How does this tiny, fragile figure command such dominance over us?
Yet, she cannot be our mate. Her wolf does not answer the call of mine.
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A comforting warmth wraps around me—not feverish or stifling, but a soothing, gentle heat that coaxes my body to relax. Toes curl instinctively, seeking more of it. The steady rise and fall of the soft, furred presence draw me closer, arms tightening of their own accord. A low, rumbling vibration echoes through me, pleased by my actions. I hum in response, content and blissful.