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Calliope

<sup>She could smell the border clearly, the invisible line merely feet away. Her legs still pumped steadily, bring her closer and closer. Calliope felt as if her legs were beyond her control, that they would carry her farther and farther until she dropped of exhaustion. She closed her eyes and kept them that way until the scent of the border was behind her. All of a sudden her leg were her own again and she stopped. The land didn't look much different here, she thought, examining the grass under her paws. Looking back, she could see the wide meadow that was her home. If she turned around now she could be back before anyone noticed she was gone. But what if someone followed her scent trail? They would know she had left and Kasimira would punish her. Calliope began walking again. If she was going to receive punishment, she might as well deserve it.

She continued on her way for a few minutes before stopping again. There was still time to go back, wasn't there? But she had gone this far; might as well finish the journey. The thought was enough to get her moving and she cursed herself for even stopping. Zy wouldn't be conflicted. Matrid . . . well, Matrid had been carrying on with the Beta! Of course, Matrid was free now, so she could come and go as she wished. Calliope snorted as she plodded on.

The outline of a high precipice rose into the night sky. She wasn't sure why she had come here, other than it was one of the only places she knew how to get to. Auktion Rock was not somewhere she wanted to visit again, specially not as an escaped slave. Though, was she really escaped if she was going back at the end of the night?

A well-worn path directed her paws up the mountain. The last time she was here had been a day full of wonder. She doubted Eperna would visit her again, though. The sun goddess wouldn't interrupt her sleep for a nighttime chat with a disobedient slave. Something inside her, the optimist behind the pessimist, still hoped for a more favorable outcome.

"Hello?" Her voice came out a whispered croak, dry with fear. Calliope cleared her throat, wincing at how loud the sound seemed. "Goddess Eperna? It's me, Calliope." No one answered. "Are you there?"

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PHRINO

A flash of gold struck through the forest, a single, blazing flicker on the night's dimming grounds. It loped easily through the woods, pausing to embrace the scenery before taking off again with the same vigor. The path it wove through the treeline was loose and scattered, searching and inquisitive. This was a new land, an unfamiliar territory; a challenge for the night.

It was a male by scent, the broad shoulders and hard edged form drawn crisper by the paleness of the sky. Further he traveled, the gait slowing as he continued, the strides shortening in anticipation. Haughty yellow eyes burned through the undergrowth, looking for prey as the ears pricked for any movement. Moments passed. Nothing. The male stood completely still minus a restrained, remiss breathing, allowing the sounds of the forest to die around him. Somewhere before him there was a rabbit, the gnawing, nibbling chatter ruminating inside his trembling frame.

Crack. The male had moved forward, his paw landing haplessly on a strewn branch. As the rabbit bounced fearfully across the clearing, the male simply sighed, drawing himself up to glance at the night's canvas. Usual agitation never reached him; he was too immersed in the feeling of being away from his pack to fully notice. Here he was free, free to hunt the night away if he so desired. There would be other rabbits, other hunts. There would not, however, be freedom such as this when he returned to Erus' glaring dominance.

But for now, this was freedom. The feeling of the chilled earth beneath his paws, the coolness of a chance breeze in a heated night, the sheer electricity that sparked over his fur. Phrino caught himself no longer preying amongst the woodland brush but instead gazing mindlessly at the sky, counting and connecting the stars, his thoughts scattered over the variant of deep blue and indigo. Living as a sklavin was horrible. Nothing quite like it either.

Phrino turned from the sky, cursing Brenn as he did so. There was nothing in this land for him. Wicca was practically lost to him, her temper fiery and unyielding. He could hardly flick a glance at Aditi--or any other female for that matter--without her subtle growling, the words never muttered but always swirling around him. "He's mine." Phrino snarled inwardly, scraping his claws impatiently over the dirt, his anger seething. Who was she to tell him who to flirt with, who to pursue? He wasn't hers. Not anymore. That freedom belonged to him, and rightfully so. He'd waited for her and she'd shown where her loyalties lay.

"Hello?"

From behind the male a voice cracked into reality, pulling Phrino from his thoughts. Quickly, he spun on his paws, peering into the woods apprehensively. Either Erus had found him wandering too far from Regnen territory, or Wicca had followed him out. Beautiful. Grumbling, the male reluctantly pushed himself to investigate the affair; on the off chance that he was wrong, he'd be better off seeing who it actually was rather than guessing at flies. A few more mumbled words tumbled over the surroundings Phrino's ears pricking a moment too late to decipher.

"Are you there?"

Just as the tawny wolf turned a corner, he ran nose first into another; and a female at that. Scent told him all he needed to know. She was in heat, and as he quickly analyzed the situation, he realized she was alone as well. Phrino, his fur blushing underneath the warm earth tones, immediately backed away, grinning playfully. Since he now knew Wicca was still safe and sound back in the pack borders, wasn't he free to flirt it up? It was his turn to show Wicca what exactly she was dealing with.

"I'm not sure if I'm the wolf you were looking for, but I'm certainly available for anything you have to offer, miss."

Bold and aggressive, the line screamed something reminiscent of another sklavin's flirtatious endeavors. Phrino, his amber eyes flickering softly, let his voice hold a whisper-like quality. She wasn't gorgeous, but she'd do. Besides, it was time to see who he was, who he wanted to be. Dachau had never given him such a freedom and this new pack under Erus' rule wasn't going to either. Tonight is for me.

ooc- sorry it's late! D:

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Calliope

<sup>Calliope fixed her eyes on the stars, blinking hard to keep back the hot tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Up here, with only the night sky for company and the world sprawled out beneath her, she was acutely aware of the distance, metaphorical and literal, between her and the only friends she had ever known. She had never felt so alone.

The sound of paws against dirt caused panic to override self-pity. Calliope darted from left to right before ended up back where she was. She had to face the fact that she was standing at the edge of a cliff, with no way down except the path which would lead her straight to the other wolf. Yet if she simply stood there, the wolf would find her anyway. It could be Kasimira, here to drag her back to Irrsin, or a slave trader, who would take her back to that cess pool she had been so glad to escape from. Her only advantage would be surprise; they wouldn't expect her to charge them. By the time they recovered from their surprise, she could be deep inside the woods.

So Calliope ran, not putting any effort into stealth. Whoever it was knew she was here; why else would they come to Hangen Mesa? The downward slant made her unsteady, her gait awkward and ungraceful. When the golden coat of the other wolf suddenly came into view, she couldn't maneuver out of the way. Skidding to a halt in a tangle of legs, she regarded the male with wide eyes.

"You're a sklavin?" His scent showed his rank, but Calliope had expected a slave trader. Besides, he didn't carry himself like a slave. She pushed herself up from the ground and prepared to run, just in case her nose was mistaken.

"I'm not sure if I'm the wolf you were looking for, but I'm certainly available for anything you have to offer, miss."

Calliope gave him an incredulous look. Was he really speaking to her? True, her missing patches of fur had grown back in and she had a layer of padding on her ribs from Irrsin's plentiful prey, but she was still far from beautiful. Yet here he was, looking at her with desire in his gorgeous eyes. This was exactly the kind of scenario mothers warned their daughters about, meeting a handsome stranger alone at night, but for once in her life Calliope didn't feel afraid. Zy, Matrid, Kasimira--they all looked down on her like some weak, pitiful thing. Even if they never said it out loud, she could see it in their eyes. They would expect her to run away with her tail between her legs, but she would prove them wrong.

With a sudden boldness, she stepped forward until she was nose-to-nose with the male. "You are exactly the wolf I'm looking for."</sup>

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PHRINO

"You're a sklavin?"

Before Phrino even had a moment to react, the she-wolf had responded with a startling question and one that sent shivers of protest rippling down his back. A sklavin. In Dachau he'd been a prestigious member of society, an official of true breeding and heritage. Not a sklavin. The word even sounded weak and sniveling as it weaved through his mind. He wanted desperately to simply snarl the low rank away, clear the scent of his nature from every inch of his fur. But that was impossible now. She knew him for what he was, sklavin or not. Burying his gall, the male blinked his golden eyes and flashed a coy grin as he responded, unwilling to be shaken by the quick turn of events.

"Regrettably, yes. Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Phrino made an effort to shrug nonchalantly, as if the idea of being a slave didn't exactly bother him. He knew that his rank meant the world to him, but this wasn't exactly the right time and place to bring up such depressing matters. The night would have grown old and been on the point of rebirth if he was given the opportunity to voice his true opinions on the class system here and how everything was run. Dachau had been beautiful, paved with gold in his mind's eye. Ravensbrü'ck in contrast, was nothing more than a cobble debtor's prison. Despicable.

"You are exactly the wolf I'm looking for."

With a flicker of audacious banter in her eyes, the female deliberately stepped forward to meet Phrino head on. Her nose stopped only short of his own, and although she was considerably smaller, she suddenly seemed much more ample and intimidating, if only for a fleeting second. Impressive. What had been presented on first glance had morphed in mere moments, changed into a fiery temptation. Maybe Brenn had been watching over him after all...

Phrino shook his thoughts from running off on a sure-fire tangent about the Dünen's patron god. Instead, he considered the situation, and the female, with glittering yellow eyes. What had she been looking for? Just another wolf to enjoy the moonlight with, or a lover to keep her company in a devious warmth? Should he make a move, entice her further and see what became of it or pacify what had happened so far and return to the pack before Erus noticed his absence? The thoughts jumbled in the male's mind, a brief silence falling over the pair. Slowly, Phrino allowed himself to give her another once-over.

On first survey, she'd been slightly gaunt, the drab color that covered her pelt nothing to fawn over by any means. She'd been decently crafted, her eyes a cautious amber, her face not chiseled into perfection but rounded into simplicity. Now, however, she sported a stronger staying power, her whole body seemingly more alive and whispering a rising demeanor that hadn't been present before. Her fur was a soft tawny that flecked along her flanks into sweet, cinder greys. The eyes focused into a glimmering mocha, blending hues that showed the strong beginnings of ardor and a growing yearning. He could work with this.

As Phrino let his eyes wander lustfully over her body, he moved forward to brush his muzzle underneath her chin, a shaded growl rumbling in his throat. The voice was low and deceptive when he spoke, slinking through the air with a certain urging.

"And why exactly were you looking for me?"

He stalked forward to cross behind her back, the black claws ripping impatiently at the grass and roots. Hopefully she'd take the hint and respond as straight edged as before. Tonight wasn't to be wasted on the usual, lengthy exchange that always turned up meaningless when the sun rose. Phrino roughly nudged the female's flank as he stood slightly behind her right shoulder, the emotions flaring as fur brushed between them.

"Your name, miss...?"

Phrino still wasn't sure of his true intentions or what he felt for the female he desired so much from, but he didn't push matters for a deeper understanding. Something new had opened in him, something different. It had sparked with her ravishing response, and the feeling left him wondering further about her, about her brash, bold behaviors.

Wicca? Who was she?

ooc- loving this so much... <3

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Calliope

<sup>"Regrettably, yes. Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

If her observation of his lowly position bothered the male, he didn't show it. His expression was one of good humor, though his tone suggested an eagerness to move away from the subject. Calliope could understand; being a sklavin wasn't something wolves usually bragged about. She didn't feel like a sklavin, though. From the moment she decided not to run, Calliope had been slipping into a different persona, a disguise patched together from what she had observed of bolder females. Plain old Calliope wouldn't be enough to snag this brute. With this mask in place, she returned his coy smile and shot back a response.

"Well, now you seem to be in the right place at the right time. Maybe your luck is changing."

His eyes roved her body, giving her the chance to do the same to him. Her gaze took in every inch of him, studying him like a work of art. The moonlight washed out the gold of his coat, making it nearly luminescent. Calliope thought he could be Iudex, god of the moon.

Suddenly, he rubbed his muzzle underneath her chin. Calliope gasped in surprise and pleasure, leaning into the caress. As quickly as it came his snout was gone, causing her to tip forward slightly. She tried to compose herself, but now he was behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth from his body.

"And why exactly were you looking for me?"

Her face heated. The answer that sprang first to her mind was too indelicate. "You know why," she murmured, hoping it sounded more alluring than flustered.

When he nudged her, it felt like lightening struck. Calliope trembled, but not from fear.

"Your name, miss...?"

"Calliope," she gasped, breathless in anticipation. She had considered withholding it, to remain mysterious, but she wanted to hear the syllables formed by those perfect lips, to know that it was truly her he desired. "And yours?" She held no illusions that their relationship would outlast the night--she had always intended to go back to her comfortable, if not ideal, life in Irrsin--but she wanted a small token to keep with her when it ended.</sup>

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PHRINO

"Well, now you seem to be in the right place at the right time. Maybe your luck is changing."

At the female's quick response, Phrino nodded emphatically, a soft murmur playing on his lips. She became a larger find the more they talked, the more she wove her way into him. Silence fell over the pair and Phrino took it upon himself to rest his head on his companion's back, watching her ears for any signs of assent or permission. It was true that he was much more the aggressive, head strong type rather than the steady, docile one, but he wouldn't force himself on this female. It had been clear from the get-go that she was as willing as he was; all he needed was a few more minutes of patience and charming charisma.

"You know why,"

That was all it took. Those three words sent the shivers creeping and racing up his spine, the breath gone as he contemplated what she'd said. Was that the go ahead? He knew now what she wanted of him, that much was clear. He'd been as blunt as could be with his desires and she'd retaliated with as much force, if not more. Her voice, for one, was velvet seduction. When paired with the striking, challenging gaze she had thrown him earlier, she was Hell.

Phrino posed the question of her name and she replied quickly, her breathing increased. Obviously his flirtatious efforts were paying off, with the way she spoke. Her voice was different, the tone more accelerated and excited.

"Calliope. And yours?"

Calliope. Phrino liked the way it rolled off her tongue, the syllables swift and delicate. Pausing, the male said nothing before giving his name, attempting to drag out the suspense.

"Phrino."

Briefly, the male remembered the last time he'd told a female his name in private. My mother named me Phrino. For the desert. He couldn't quite recall why he'd told Wicca the meaning of his name, or that his mother had been the one to select it. At the time it had seemed appropriate and calming if not liberating, in retrospect, it became trivial information that had been used only to keep the conversation going. Frustration rose up in his chest at the thought of Wicca and the deep conversations that had transpired between them; he had to visually restrain himself from snarling his resentment.

He needed to move on from her! The constant stream of her sleek figure through his mind was numbing and draining in combination, too much for him to focus on with Calliope before him. Wicca made him look weak at moments like these, taking his emotions and battering them about like a game of cat and mouse. She was demure in play and wholly inviting, a challenge that stimulated him through conversation and otherwise all at once. He'd simply realized the error of his ways too late and had been left reeling from the blow of her deception.

How could she have left him like that? It had remained a dull sting inside the male, even after all these months. Something about her, something he couldn't quite put a claw on, shook him up. Inwardly, and though he would never admit it to himself, Phrino knew he'd never fully get over Wicca. Calliope was pretty enough, but she still couldn't hold a candle to the male's previous lover.

Bitter with his internal reaction, Phrino vainly tossed the thoughts from his mind. He had a perfectly good she-wolf ready and waiting before him and he had somehow wasted time mulling over past grievances. There was nothing to be done about the situation. Not now. The only thing he could do was embrace what had been given to him. So far, Calliope had helped release a portion of his previous, provocative self. Maybe, like her appearance, there was more to her than he'd first given credit.

As the moon rose higher, Phrino slid swiftly forward, rubbing his side roughly into Calliope's with a new vigor. He pulled forward to look over at her eyes, a question lingering there. It was the final element to their nighttime fantasy, their newly forged camaraderie. Would she allow him to pursue his desires or had she changed her mind through his wordless thought process? Phrino, the blood beginning to rush violently through his veins again, felt an old familiar rush as a warmth spread from under his hind legs. He made a pleading face at Calliope before verbally questioning her.

"So, what'll it be, darling? Care to take a trip on the wild side with me?"

Phrino gave a wink and grinned devilishly at the female as he spoke, his voice low and haunting. It seemed that she thoroughly craved the brutish fervor he'd used earlier. Hopefully, his luck would hold out and she'd accept him, regardless of his temporary lapse in judgement. No more Wicca. Not tonight.

ooc- I put a [M] in the title for safety if this gets a little heated ;)

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Calliope

<sup>Her skin prickled as he laid his head on her back. She twisted her neck to look at him, admiring the contours of his face, the smoothness of his fur. The creamy white of his muzzle stood out against her ashy gray pelt. If she stretched, she could just reach him with her snout. Her pink tongue ran over his cheek. Calliope did not usually initiate such intimate contact, but then, they were going much farther than grooming tonight.

To her disappointment he did not speak her name. She slipped out from under his chin, showing her displeasure. However, she quickly darted back to give him a playful nip on the ear to let him know she felt no real anger. He was too appealing to lose over such a small thing.

"Phrino." She drew out the syllables. "It suits you." She wasn't sure how exactly the name fit his handsome face, but somehow she couldn't imagine him being called anything else.

He brushed up against her body with more force than before. She could sense he was getting impatient. Very well, she was too. In fact, she had been ready for a while now, her body raging with excitement. Phrino seemed hesitant somehow. During their periods of silence she could almost feel him slipping away. Perhaps she was just paranoid. He was a male after all; what else would he be thinking of but being with her?

"So, what'll it be, darling? Care to take a trip on the wild side with me?"

"You have to ask?" Calliope accompanied her question with a laugh, but inwardly she wondered if she had not been clear enough. The time for flirting was over. She moved to stand in front of him, dragging her tail along his side. With her rump squarely in front of him, she finally answered his question.

"Of course I would."</sup>

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PHRINO

"Phrino. It suits you."

The words were soft and whispering as Calliope's amber eyes surveyed him for a moment, the skin beneath the male's pelt beginning to burn with a child-like embarrassment. It suits you. Her voice rang adamantly through his mind and Phrino found himself turning the line over more carefully. What suited him? What did she think of him besides the flirtatious, aggressive demeanor he'd shown her tonight? Did his name fit him so well because the physical aspects connected just right? Or did Calliope think his name held more of his personality and inner conscious than anything else?

What did he think of her? Sure, she was pretty, possibly gorgeous on some distant level. Her personality was feisty, playful, easy. She was everything he was looking for in a female tonight. And yet, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Wicca. In comparison to that girl, Calliope was flavorless. Bland in both disposition and display. She was a pale grey while Wicca held burning, glowing fires of oranges and reds, of blaring yellows and flaring blues. She was beautiful and separate from others. Something about her eyes, how they flickered in the morning sunlight...

There he was, thinking about that damn she-wolf again.

"You have to ask?"

The female's rebuttal with a noticeable sting of hesitant laughter caught Phrino off guard. Calliope's voice was slightly grated as she turned to look at the male, her posture a clear indication that she was uncertain at best. Had he said something wrong? Phrino tilted his head in question, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what was bothering her before the night slipped completely from their realm of possibilities.

"Of course I would."

As if inviting him to pursue his interests, Calliope positioned herself in front of the male, her tail drawn to the side and a devious grin on her face as she blinked back at him. He needed no further persuading. Phrino, his veins pulsating with fervor, roughly mounted the female.

Three. He tried to steady himself upon Calliope, his black claws mistakenly raking her side in the process. It wasn't that he'd never been with a female before, but his romantic life had taken quite the drought ever since he'd left Dachau. Two. His nerves left him feeling slightly daunted, and Phrino growled in anticipation to reassure himself. One. Lust biting decisively at his mind, Phrino finally pulled himself, and Calliope, into a world fueled by raging hormones and sensual urges.

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Morning light filtered almost hesitantly over the forest floor. Phrino dozed dreamily, smooth, rolling images of Calliope flooding his mind. She was a goddess. That much, if nothing else, he was certain.

As a flicker of light hit his face, the male opened his jaws into a gaping yawn. His muscles flexed away the stiffness of the previous night with a swift quiver. Feels like a herd of deer hit me... Phrino, his eyes blinking away the day's rising color, stared blankly at the forest's canopy above him. Calliope. Hastily, the golden eyes glanced over to see Calliope snuggling just next to him, her flanks rising in the traditional, slow motion of sleep.

Thank Brenn. Phrino breathed a sigh of relief before slowly slipping off the ground, trying his best to keep movements to a minimal. If he could slip away now, he wouldn't have to deal with any of the usual, clingy goodbyes that females used. They were much too dramatic, much too emotion-based. They acted like he was supposed to stay with them, or something bizarre like that. Psh. He had better things to do. Erus, for one, would have his pelt when he found out he'd slipped out for the whole night without informing anyone.

The male swiftly made his way across the clearing, his mind instinctively buzzing with thoughts from the night before. She'd been much better than he'd expected, that was for sure! He really needed to stop making expectations. All of the ones he'd created for her had been blown up in his face. Not that he mattered. She'd been better than he had dared to dream of, and that was never a problem to complain about. Hell, he wouldn't mind a repeat by any means.. Phrino cast a glance behind, his eyes settling cautiously on Calliope's sleeping figure. By staying, he'd practically be asking for it.

For a moment, the male froze, uncertain of whether to leave or stay with Calliope for a few more moments.

Should he wake her up? He'd expected she would be like the rest in all the other respects and she hadn't been--what if she defied his assumption this time as well? With how much she'd given him didn't she deserve that? After all, they couldn't plan another session of sexy time if he didn't make her feel like one in a million. Grudgingly, and half disturbed with his sudden kindness, Phrino turned around slowly, padding back to where the female lay.

"Calliope. Calliope. It's time to wake up, darling."

Flirtaious demeanor still intact and raring to go, Phrino shoved the apprehensions away and nudged the female's muzzle softly. Look at me, going all soft for a she-wolf...

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Calliope

He climbed on top of her with a ferocity that surprised her, considering his previous hesitation. His claws raked her sides, surely leaving marks, but she hardly felt the pain. Her mind was numbed by lust and the burning heat of her blood overwhelmed all other feelings.

Though his mounting was clumsy, Calliope stood steady. She had learned to prepare her first time, when the weight of her former mate had knocked her to the ground. The sheer embarrassment of it made her want to run away and hide, and she would have had he not made another attempt as soon as she stood. But then, that was Seris; he wasn't going to wait for what he wanted.

She had always looked back on her moments with Seris as the epitome of pleasure, but know she knew better. There was no fear with Phrino, no lurking paranoia that she would not perform well enough, no desperation to please. She could finally relax and enjoy the night. And enjoy it she did.

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Calliope floated up to conscientiousness gently. Her eyes stared up at the trees for several moments before she realized they were open. She was slightly disappointed. She had been in the middle of the naughtiest dream, one that made her blush to think about. It had started with meeting a handsome stranger in the woods-- Blood rushed to Calliope's face until she thought her skin might boil. Eperna help her, it wasn't a dream--it was a memory.

There was a warmth at her back, something that rose and fell rhythmically. Her nose told her it was Phrino, but she didn't dare look in case she woke him. Waking up snuggled next to someone was a glorious feeling, on she wasn't quite ready to give up. Last night's Calliope had been at peace with the idea of a one night stand, this morning's Calliope wasn't so sure where she stood. Slip out now to avoid a painful parting, or stick around to see what happened?

Before she got the chance to decide, Phrino stirred. Closing her eyes and feigning sleep, she felt him quietly slip away. Though she had expected this, she couldn't help but feel betrayed. How could he become so intimate with her and then leave without saying goodbye? How could he leave at all? It wasn't right. It wasn't fair.

"Calliope. Calliope. It's time to wake up, darling."

Abandoning her fake sleep, Calliope's eyes flew open. He came back! Ecstatic, she flicked her tongue out to lick his muzzle as he leaned down. Staring up at him, his face framed by the trees and the lightening sky, she allowed her imagination to wander as she soaked up this perfect moment. They would run away together. To the shore, probably--she had always wanted to see the ocean. They would have two litters--no, three--and all the pups would have his lovely tan fur. When the pups grew up and left, it would be just the two of them in their old age. But they would be enough for each other.

The entire fantasy, which seemed so vivid and clear, shattered as a nagging thought broke through. They were both slaves. She had to get back to Irrsin before anyone started looking for her and he . . . Despite sticking around to say good morning, Phrino didn't want a future with her. No brute who flirted so casually would want to stick to one mate. She wasn't his first and she wouldn't be his last.

"I have to go." Calliope scrambled to her feet, pain rippling down her side as the cuts from his claws stretched. She stood there awkwardly for a bit, wondering what to say. "This was . . . nice." Nice. It was nice of him to even notice her. She doubted she would ever have a night like this again. It was a one-off, a lucky moment. Though he had made her feel loved and special, the truth was he was simply the only wolf horny enough to spend the night with her despite her looks. This was a mistake, she thought. However she felt last night wasn't enough to dull the pain now. The best she could hope was to maintain her dignity by walking away first. "Goodbye Phrino."