One of the smaller vials of wolfsbane from the hunter’s hideout I’d chosen to keep tucked in my backpack on the travel back to the city. Vrika had gotten used to ignoring my choice back then, but growled in frenzy when I pulled it out from the black clutch.
> It’s fine. I’m not splashing it on us. Hopefully. I’m pretty sure that’s just his pheromones and not old wine. But I could be wrong. Maybe I’ll test the claws on them after they are writhing in pain from- Wow. He actually stepped forward. Do we clap or pray for his soul... Damn it to all nineteen hells, but when she is there in front of me... especially like this? I just think it would be fine to be whatever she wants, for however long she wants... No good, no good. At this rate I’m going to do foolish things. Don’t whine at me like that. I’m only using it for her own good. She needs to learn to back away from me. That it won’t end well for either of us. Close enough that she could probably hear my heart hammering against my ribs, Vrika. Isn’t this what you’ve wanted all this time? Close enough to kiss her properly. If I’d wanted to do that right now. <
Which I do... more than I expected. But instead, I stepped back and walked out of the dead end. Leaving her standing frozen in that courtyard with three males wolves like a statue now holding onto a vial of wolfsbane.
The real point I had aimed to make, before the vixen in me decided that all the rest of that would be more fun - with an Alpha being so very obedient.