The day Shalimar goes quietly mad, Brennan finds her in a cardboard box in an alley trying to keep dry in the steady rain. She hisses at him when he leans down peers in to look, and he almost retreats back in shock. But regardless of her frame of mind, she’s still his.
Or more accurately, he’s still hers. He sinks down to his knees and eases in slowly, allowing her to get used to his scent, to recognize him as her mate. It doesn’t take her long and then she’s all but burrowing into his lap. She purrs.
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Feral
The day Shalimar goes quietly mad, Brennan finds her in a cardboard box in an alley trying to keep dry in the steady rain. She hisses at him when he leans down peers in to look, and he almost retreats back in shock. But regardless of her frame of mind, she’s still his.
Or more accurately, he’s still hers. He sinks down to his knees and eases in slowly, allowing her to get used to his scent, to recognize him as her mate. It doesn’t take her long and then she’s all but burrowing into his lap. She purrs.