“I’m always right.”Bleddyn grinned and gave him a solid pat on the shoulder.“That’s why I’m your Beta.”
The chuckle from Chanin helped ease the tension that earlier had fused his spine together.
"Faolan, send word once you all have him secured in interrogation," Bleddyn instructed the leader of the Warriors.
“Will do.”
The other three warriors fell in line behind Duko and Faolan as they walked out of the building and out of the Ursine territory, their ears flicking and tails wagging from their half-shifted forms.
"Thanks again, Dov.Farkas's capture may lead us to answers to more than a few questions.I'll pass whatever we get that pertains to the other territories at the meeting."Chanin held a hand out to the other council member.
“Good enough for me.”Dov shook his hand.
Chanin and his Beta headed along the same path the Fang took.It wasn't long before they came up on the others; at the front two were sentries in wolf form while the other three surrounded Farkas.He and Bleddyn returned the borrowed joggers and headed off on a course, leading them home instead of going to the town center where the group headed.
His Beta had been correct.He needed to give himself space before interrogating Farkas after chasing his cousin for so long.It was why they waited a few miles before Chanin allowed his wolf out, so his beast wouldn’t automatically reverse course and go for Farkas's throat.His wolf still recalled the hateful words his cousin was about to utter about his and Morlie’s future pup and the beast wanted to make sure Farkas didn't speak anything again.So, Chanin drove his paws deep into the earth as he ran toward the place where he found solace.Rather, the person—Morlie.
~YH~
I’m hungry.
The cavernous well in my soul cries out for satisfaction.
Can anyone hear me?My veins weep for the injustice of hunger so rich my teeth gnash and drive knife-like points into the fleshy meat of my bottom lip in search of substance, solace—something to suck.
But I find none, and the gnawing aches in my stomach, a haunting serenade of need, accompanied by the melody of my dry, emaciated muscles of a malnourished vagrant.I am a fiend seeking liquid life to revive parched veins that desire nutrients.
Answer me.Feed me.
Feedus.
Weare hungry.The marrow of our bones is dust within, and we cry out for the daunting thirst to be quenched—now.
Prying herself out of the madness of her thoughts, she peeled open her lids, stiff from lack of use, and saw the world had become a red haze.
Chapter Five
