01-16-2012, 11:09 PM
His ears went back slightly as the male on the horse approached. Even though Ayasha's voice had soothed his concerns, her was still anxious about meeting this uncle of hers, of joining this pack. As the uncle in question spoke, Ayasha answered. Liam's jealous nature raised it's head and he spoke up shortly after Ayasha. "I'm her mate, Liam. And she's right, we do want to join." His golden eyes darted between Ayasha and Leon as he reached for her hand.
The butterflies were whispering, dark things, jealous things. She wore his ring, she'd made a promise. Was she ashamed to introduce him as her mate now? "She had best not be," a dark voice said in the back of his mind. He glanced at her again with just his eyes, his head unmoving. He returned his gaze to the male, his posture neutral.
The dark voices didn't stop, though. They kept whispering things, dark and cruel things. Things about the tunnels, about the bone fragment he kept in his jeans wrapped in a piece of the tattered curtain from Sky's room the one time they had shared a real conversation, the one time he'd almost liked her. And then she had told him about Tameri, the shadow wolf in the guise of a pup. He alone had seen that what was supposedly a young wolf was actually a shadow, bent on destroying his family. And yet, when he'd defeated the shadow wolf, he'd been punished and banished, beaten nearly to death. He refused to return to the D'arte pack. From what he heard there was a price on his head in those lands anyways.
He kept his steady gaze on his mate's uncle, taking the male's measure. Yes, Ayasha had spoken highly of him. Would this male forbid her to see him like her mother had? He wouldn't be able to bear it. Ayasha was his now, his beloved mate, and he wouldn't let anyone stand in the way of that. Not now, and not ever. Anyone who tried would be in for a world of hurt. Even the butterflies, who had disdained the pure wolfess at first, had grudgingly allowed her to be near him. Telling him no would only make him want it that much more.
((WC: 379))
The butterflies were whispering, dark things, jealous things. She wore his ring, she'd made a promise. Was she ashamed to introduce him as her mate now? "She had best not be," a dark voice said in the back of his mind. He glanced at her again with just his eyes, his head unmoving. He returned his gaze to the male, his posture neutral.
The dark voices didn't stop, though. They kept whispering things, dark and cruel things. Things about the tunnels, about the bone fragment he kept in his jeans wrapped in a piece of the tattered curtain from Sky's room the one time they had shared a real conversation, the one time he'd almost liked her. And then she had told him about Tameri, the shadow wolf in the guise of a pup. He alone had seen that what was supposedly a young wolf was actually a shadow, bent on destroying his family. And yet, when he'd defeated the shadow wolf, he'd been punished and banished, beaten nearly to death. He refused to return to the D'arte pack. From what he heard there was a price on his head in those lands anyways.
He kept his steady gaze on his mate's uncle, taking the male's measure. Yes, Ayasha had spoken highly of him. Would this male forbid her to see him like her mother had? He wouldn't be able to bear it. Ayasha was his now, his beloved mate, and he wouldn't let anyone stand in the way of that. Not now, and not ever. Anyone who tried would be in for a world of hurt. Even the butterflies, who had disdained the pure wolfess at first, had grudgingly allowed her to be near him. Telling him no would only make him want it that much more.
((WC: 379))