Half Truths: Then

I'M A BEAST.

UNTAMED.

WILD.

I have no need for a mate, much less a witch. Her kind is untrustworthy and cruel, yet this one beckons me, and the pull is near volatile. My wolf thirsts for her pinned beneath us while my teeth break flesh-mark her as ours.

Rejecting her is right, but at what cost?

It's the first time the animal and I are at odds. A KING does not bend the knee.

Yet this is a simmering thirst I've fought to keep locked away; it doesn't get to come out and play often, but I do enjoy th...