Blood and Rain
He was trying desperately to slow the erratic rhythm of his own hands, his thumbs smoothing the green ointment over her skin with a stiff, almost mechanical precision.
"The muscle is knotted," Riheirk rumbled, his gravelly baritone vibrating directly against her bare shoulder blades. He was staring intensely at the spot beneath his fingers, completely oblivious to the fact that his touch was actively setting her wolf on fire. "You're taking the high ridges too fast, Brynn. You need to pace your stride."
He calls our name. Let us out! Let us touch him! Solar screamed, her golden energy pulsing so brightly beneath Brynn's skin that the turquoise water around her waist seemed to capture a faint
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