We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Dust surged up in bursts beneath them as Noah and Zavien grappled, a blur of fur and muscle against the solid resistance of Zavien’s body. The man’s grip caught in his ruff, but Noah twisted and pushed and pinned. A primal, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, it was instinct and discipline entwined—wild contained, power measured, a predator restrained by choice alone.
And it was over.
Twisting finally from Zavien, Noah moved away enough to shift back to his human form. He sat in the dirt, knees pulled up slightly to rest his forearms on. ”Well, that was fun.” Noah said, a half-cocked smile crossing over his face as he looked to Zavien, just as dusty and sweaty as he was.
And it was over.
Twisting finally from Zavien, Noah moved away enough to shift back to his human form. He sat in the dirt, knees pulled up slightly to rest his forearms on. ”Well, that was fun.” Noah said, a half-cocked smile crossing over his face as he looked to Zavien, just as dusty and sweaty as he was.
NOAH
