He hadn’t heard news of his brother in a long, long time. The last time he’d seen Razekiel he’d been far different from the child that’d run away, vanishing into the wilderness just as Ahemait had. Only Samael had stayed.
And then Samael had left as well.
This girl was his brother’s—curiosity grew. Though not outwardly, Ahemait had been meet with his lust and obsession as well. She’d looked so much like their mother the coyote couldn’t help finding himself smitten and enthralled. Now, this girl was the same. His desire never faltered, even if conversation had slipped in between them, distracting him momentarily.
His claws invoked blood, and the scent caused his nostrils to flare and his gaze to drift, searching for the source. He’d pricked her skin with his nails. Impulse told him to drive them in further, just seeing what he could do—how far he could go and how loudly she’d scream—but he refrained.
He released.
Thoughts of Kaena held him back, knowing he’d never want her disapproval. He was disappointed. “Razekiel is my brother,” he said.