[ He folds his legs under him, eyes fixed on hers as he gently moves close to drop her belt directly into her hand. His wolf wanted to nuzzle the soft flesh, but instead, he glances over his shoulder in search of Bran who claps his hands together with a sharp: "Out. All of you. Now. Leah has prepared food, I will not have it go cold because your curiosity outweighs your common sense."
You owe me for this. And then with a single nod, the Marrok offers his arm to his wife to lead the whole pack away and offer them privacy. Good luck, old man.
When the last of them have gone and Anna secures the lock from the inside, he pads back and calls the change to him.
It hurts. It always hurts. But he has centuries of practice in front of pack members and foes alike to hide just how much it does.
It takes him longer this time, his wolf warring with his control, whispering all the reasons that they should not have abased themselves in front of the younger ones. He is done with it. And as the last bit of magic settles to turn his face back into his own, he has satisfactorily - if metaphorically - smacked his darker half into submission.
His breaths are hot over the floor. His feet are cold. But he chooses to focus on willing the hammering of his heart to return to a beat that is more acceptable. ]
Te debo una explicación, querida. [ The words are hoarse, brought on by the change. He has not looked up at her yet. He has not felt this vulnerable in a long, long time. ] I owe you an apology, Eun.
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You owe me for this. And then with a single nod, the Marrok offers his arm to his wife to lead the whole pack away and offer them privacy. Good luck, old man.
When the last of them have gone and Anna secures the lock from the inside, he pads back and calls the change to him.
It hurts. It always hurts. But he has centuries of practice in front of pack members and foes alike to hide just how much it does.
It takes him longer this time, his wolf warring with his control, whispering all the reasons that they should not have abased themselves in front of the younger ones. He is done with it. And as the last bit of magic settles to turn his face back into his own, he has satisfactorily - if metaphorically - smacked his darker half into submission.
His breaths are hot over the floor. His feet are cold. But he chooses to focus on willing the hammering of his heart to return to a beat that is more acceptable. ]
Te debo una explicación, querida. [ The words are hoarse, brought on by the change. He has not looked up at her yet. He has not felt this vulnerable in a long, long time. ] I owe you an apology, Eun.