The Wolf and the Succubus
“I had to, Nathaniel. In time, it won’t be necessary. But the mark has to be done without you being under the influence of a succubus call. The mark had to be between your wolf and mine, it could not be a three-way with my succubus.”
“You talk about your succubus as if she’s her own person?”
“She is, to a degree. So is my wolf.”
“So they have names?” he asked.
“Yes. My succubus goes by Athena. My wolf is Artemis.”
“Athena and Artemis? They’re beautiful names, Effie.”
I smiled at him, but it didn’t reach my eyes. Discussing my names was still an uncomfortable topic, even all these years later.
“I feel like there is something more here that you aren’t telling me, Effie.”