Opal Reyne

She laughed more when her giggle echoed back through the crevice of his mouth as though she was answering herself from beyond the grave.

He paused, and her hands reached up to grab at the long fur around his chest, knowing this was the moment and bracing herself for pain.

Waiting. Waiting.

She giggled a little more, and it sounded loopier by the second.

A deep huff sounded right before his head started to back away.

He sniffed her. Sniffed her! Quick sniffs that brushed waves over her.

“What are you doing?” The sensation was tickling, and her nerves were so fried she wasn’t sure what else to say or do as she continued to clutch his fur.

“You taste of elderberries and roses. You smell of it.”

He buried the end his snout against her neck and drew his tongue over it, making her flinch when a shiver shot through her. “I was also curious about why I could taste elderberries and roses rather than blood. You are lucky I am not so hungry now after eating parts of those men, I may not have come to my senses before it was too late.”

“Aren’t you going to eat me anyway?”

He licked her neck again before sniffing against it.

“That depends solely upon you. Although I can make no promises, that is not actually my intention with you.”

“Why do you have a function on your body that is torture?”

“I like this place. It is squishy.”

“I like this place. It is squishy.”

“I like this place. It is squishy.”

“Is... there a way I can fight your dreams for you?”

“And if you still seek him, I will ask the spirit of the void to permit me into the afterlife so I can snuff out his soul so he cannot find you. So you cannot be together. So that you cannot even think of trying to find a way to leave me. So that he cannot come back and be alive in the same plane of existence as you.”

“You are bonded to me. You gave me your soul. It is mine. I own it. Hold it. Cherish it.”