Oh, boy.
Fergus grinned, fangs flashing in the flickering light of the burning buildings. This night had been a smorgasbord of delights– each bite more delicious than the last.
First, the hapless wolfman – a mere appetizer who had his life extinguished with a single bite. Then, the unexpected treat – the two young wolfgirls who'd arrived, all righteous fury and misplaced courage.
Poor, poor heroes. Who saves trouble?
She-wolves! That's who. They had it coming and got what they deserved.
He chuckled, the sound echoing through the smoke-filled night. They were so easy to manipulate, so full of misplaced chivalry. One, he'd used and then drained. She was a carnal pleasure tinged with the sweetness of her despair.
But oh, the second one! The defiance in her eyes, the way she'd fought back… that was the real appetizer. He'd savored the terror in her scent, the way she'd writhed beneath him. The rhythm of fear, moans, and pain when he grilled inside of her.
