Drakar watched Daela disappear into the woods, her frame getting smaller and smaller until the trees completely overshadowed her.
A low growl rumbles from his throat, accompanied by the desolate feeling of loss. He should have known!
Allowing her out in this open place was never a good idea in the first place.
But these mountains are his territories, who dares to invade?!
With a savage snarl, he rips off the sharp metal that has sunk into his foot and tosses it to the side. Blood drips endlessly from the wound, but he doesn't even register the pain.
It's his fault for being so careless; he had been so distracted by Daela suddenly running and screaming for help that he had accidentally walked into one of his own traps.
Drakar smells the intruders, male Faes, maybe about three of them, their stench mixing with his mate's, tainting it, something that emits another low growl from Drakar.
