and his heart breaks because he knows she loves the man. His last thought is that, instead, he wishes he had told her to stay away. Away from the attractive, pathetic plea of
No
wet and whimpering.
To a person like Kate, something impossible to ignore. Tim's plagued by it. He should have told her to stay away. Away from the sea that'll break her, too deep and old and treacherous.
Tim snarls.
That's all that happens. One moment Tim feels disgusting heat rise within, the nasty slimy feeling of having hands on a person that's so sick (even now, thinking of himself, begging for himself). The next he is a wolf, brown and red and black and leggy and with fangs. Tim has never had fangs before.
Has never had Pack before, not one so docile and sweet.
Tim snarls.
Mid-air he turns his body- he's enveloped awkwardly in clothing and then isn't- and brown eyes pin the girl to the seat in a vicious show. STAY AWAY. Lips curled in that ugly way that isn't hate but hunger. STAY AWAY.
Stay away from what is his.
Tim is leggy and young and the fur of his neck and back that now raises is singed and raggedy and that will never matter. Tim has fangs.
Attention turned back to the First Lieutenant, Edward Little,
Tim bites.
A full bite, voracious, he wants this- this... is his.
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and his heart breaks because he knows she loves the man. His last thought is that, instead, he wishes he had told her to stay away. Away from the attractive, pathetic plea of
No
wet and whimpering.
To a person like Kate, something impossible to ignore. Tim's plagued by it. He should have told her to stay away. Away from the sea that'll break her, too deep and old and treacherous.
Tim snarls.
That's all that happens. One moment Tim feels disgusting heat rise within, the nasty slimy feeling of having hands on a person that's so sick (even now, thinking of himself, begging for himself). The next he is a wolf, brown and red and black and leggy and with fangs. Tim has never had fangs before.
Has never had Pack before, not one so docile and sweet.
Tim snarls.
Mid-air he turns his body- he's enveloped awkwardly in clothing and then isn't- and brown eyes pin the girl to the seat in a vicious show. STAY AWAY. Lips curled in that ugly way that isn't hate but hunger. STAY AWAY.
Stay away from what is his.
Tim is leggy and young and the fur of his neck and back that now raises is singed and raggedy and that will never matter. Tim has fangs.
Attention turned back to the First Lieutenant, Edward Little,
Tim bites.
A full bite, voracious, he wants this- this... is his.