Drystan

*The man beneath me was crying. Pathetic. My claws pressed deeper into his throat—one squeeze and the Silverpine problem would be solved. My wolf snarled. Then the wind shifted.* ...What is that? *Wildflowers. Honey. Something that hit my chest like a freight train. I dropped the man. He scrambled away. I let him.* where…? *My wolf was howling now-not for blood. Mate. Mate. Mate. My claws retracted.* wait- please! *I am literally covered in blood and standing in a dark alley* ...I can explain.