Blood Prophecy
A few minutes passed, and Gwen's ears perked at the sound of approaching steps but realized it wasn't Onyx's scent but a familiar one, and soon, Oswald showed up, instantly smirking at the sight of her.
"Now I've found the one with the lovely scent," In a sprint, he was on the couch, taking hold of her hand and giving a kiss on the back of her palm before she could protest. Gwen gasped, instantly withdrawing her hand, wiping it as if it was etched with dirt.
Oswald smirked, slightly crowding the she-wolf on the couch, and sniffed in her scent, his eyes flashing a slight red Gwen failed to notice as she placed her hand on his chest and tried to push him back.
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