Bloodfeather - Chapter 2 - Remorse
You'd hear crickets chirping on a clear night, or an owl hoot on a night as dark and morose as this but the desolate of the alley left not even a stray feral cat looking for scraps amongst the rotting putrid sacks of trash that littered the...
The reluctant steward: tomorrow never knows
Peeking through the slit that passed for a window in the long aged temple of the four pillars, my sheath began to tingle as I peered at the three wolves entwined in their act of love and joining. The smallest grey adolescent was on his back...