Flames of Hatred

{SSTP - Suggested song to play: Voices of Fornburg by Sarah Schachner, Assassin's Creed }

~Eryx ~

My life, my soul, my mate. I never pictured anything like this woman below me to be mine. My large knuckles stroke the side of her cheek. She looks so fragile. So weak. Tiny compared to me and the Southern Weres. 

Yet this tiny she-wolf was the most powerful woman in this kingdom. Idalia collapsed in my arms after healing my broken back and pierced lungs. The scent of burning flesh was still fresh in my nose. 

Alaric and his little circle, along with Kharis and Cohnal, all arrived in the snow-covered clearing. The stormy weather had cleared to a vivid navy night sky, the stars twinkling, winking at us as though they were keeping Idalia's secret. 

Alaric rushed over, shifting into his human form and skidding by us as the other wolves circled Deyanira's burnt and soot-covered features.