She laughed... that sound...
I long to to hear it always. It seems to calm the beast. The beast seems to love their melody and anticipates eagerly when she'd run her fingers through my fur.
The beast wishes that she reacts this way to him and him only. It's possessiveness is far dangerous than lightning.
I lick her cheeks once more and her pearls of laughter elicits a wolfish grin on the beast's face.
She is mine and mine alone and I shall make sure it stays so. Call it selfishness but I would rather have her be a beast caretaker than find a mate with her kind. I'll kill him first... or even her.
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THOSE EYES
ParanormalCall me crazy, but looking into the beast's eyes, I felt kindred... it was as if a piece of me I have found. Though I could swear that it smirked at me... This one will definitely be fun to play with... I believe am going to love the entertainment...
