"Jump Grinner," the she-wolf urges.
"Let us dance the Bitches Dance and
settle this like women."
I know, from the spark of her eye,
that the other girl is no match for me.
Niur paces back and forth, her black fur
glistening. The girl will not be tempted.
Wolf chuckles now behind her golden eyes.
It is a puzzlement to me - how
deeply I understand the snarl under
my breath. How I feel the ripple of
muscles in my arms and legs -
propriety alone keeping me in my chair.
I shouldn't worry - she is only a girl.
But a girl speaking to MY knight!
Rage boils under my skin. She is lucky
that - for me as least - the legends
aren't true. For my feral side would
love to show her how dangerous this
game is she is playing.
Every time she turns to him with a grin
the she-wolf within me snaps
her teeth, foam in her mouth.
Savage killer...I must keep her contained.
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