Unleashed Desire (18+)

"Arthur?" Urzara's voice carried concern from outside. "Your bond feels... strange."

He closed his eyes, fighting every instinct that screamed at him to feed. "Stay back, Urzara. Please. Just... stay back."

Because if she came in now, if she got too close while his control was this fragile, Arthur wasn't sure he could stop himself from taking everything she was and making it his own.

"Urzara," Arthur managed through gritted teeth, "I need you to find Sylrathi. Now."

The orc queen hesitated, her massive frame silhouetted against the tent entrance. "What can the elf do that I cannot?"

A tendril of shadow lashed out involuntarily, slicing through a nearby chair. Arthur pressed himself against the far wall of the tent. "Ancient knowledge. Please, Urzara. I'm barely holding on."

Something in his voice—the raw desperation, the genuine fear—convinced her. With a nod, Urzara turned and left, her footsteps quickening as she moved away from the tent.