The Wolf Comes Crawling After the Bond Is Broken
Ares was covered in blood, and the wounds on his back were deep. His flesh had been turned outward, making him look grotesque and horrifying.
But he paid no heed to the pain.
He struggled to get up, terrified that if he was a second late, I would vanish. With that, though, he lunged toward me!
I made no move to escape as he pressed me to the grass with his blood-soaked body. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, nuzzling incessantly.