Play.
Play with Failinis.
Mate with Failinis
Failinis jumped to his feet and threw himself at the cage that kept him from freedom.
Yes. Let me out, brother.
Okay, okay.
Cian closed his eyes and allowed the change to happen. Bones cracked, skin split, and then Failinis took his place. The white wolf froze, his golden gaze locked on him as his tail slowly began to move.
Failinis.
What are you called by your people?
Ossary.
Failinis dipped his head, a slow bow, before stepping forward, his tail sweeping high. He circled Ossary once, twice, sniffing, assessing. Then, with a sharp yip, he darted away, disappearing into the undergrowth, with Ossary giving chase.
Failinis’s paws barely touched the ground as they ran through the sacred grove and beyond, into the deeper woods where the trees grew close, and the moonlight barely touched the ground.
Ossary was fast, but Failinis was faster as hedodged between the trunks, leaped over fallen logs, and Cian’s laughter echoed in his mind like a song.
Run, little brother.
He’s gonna catch you.
Failinis snarled, playful, and put on a burst of speed, cutting Ossary off at the hips. The White Wolf yelped in surprise as Failinis bowled into him, sending them both tumbling into a pile of damp leaves. Before Ossary could recover, Failinis was there, pinning him down, his jaws snapping at his throat, before nuzzling and licking along his muzzle.
Ossary twisted, kicking out with his powerful hind legs, and suddenly he was on top, his massive body pressing Failinis into the earth as they rolled again, a whirlwind of teeth and growls.
One moment, they were two wolves play-fighting, and the next something shifted, and the air between them thickened and charged with magic. The bond made by their human halves flared, drawing them in, weaving their wolf souls into itself.
Ossary’s golden eyes locked onto Failinis’s, and then he lunged. His teeth sank into the ruff of Failinis’s neck, sinking deep enough to leave a mark even in his wolf form.
Failinis went still beneath him, his body arching, a low whine vibrating in his chest, then he struck back. His jaws closed around the white wolf’s shoulder, his canines pricking skin, and Ossary shuddered, a sound tearing from his throat that was half-growl, half-whine.
Failinis’ tail lashed.
Yes.
This is what was missing.
It is.
The bond snapped into place, humming with power. Ossary’s weight pressed Failinis deeper into the damp earth, their panting breaths mingling in ragged bursts. The scent of pine and wet leaves filled his nostrils, but beneath it was the rich, wild musk of his mate.
Failinis twisted, to roll them both until he straddled Ossary’s broad chest. His paws pinned the white wolf’s shoulders, his muzzle hovering just above Ossary’s throat. A growl rumbled in his chest.
Mine.
Ossary’s golden eyes gleamed in the dim light, his lips peeling back in a silent snarl. Then his jaws closed around Failinis’ foreleg, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make his point.
Yours.
The challenge hung between them, thick as the magic coiling through the bond. Failinis released Ossary’s shoulder and lunged for his neck again, teeth grazing the thick fur. Ossary bucked beneath him, powerful haunches driving upward, and suddenly Failinis was on his back, Ossary looming over him, jaws parted in a wolfish grin.
