Dear Cousin, You Will Have My Baby
His tongue slid across his lips like a snake tasting the air, and the gesture sent a violent shiver down my spine.
“Would you look at that,” Zek’s voice rang out, deeper than Veyron’s, resonating from somewhere primal and ancient. He was Veyron’s wolf, terrifying and unchecked. “Our dear cousin has grown so… much.”
The final word hung between us, heavy with meaning. He held my gaze, unblinking. “Want to see how much I’ve grown?”