Tithe

Bared fangs snapped on bone for just a second before releasing any hold they might have had. He could not stop his initial momentum but attempted to control himself once his jaws closed. Regret flooded the beast. He jerked himself away from the woman, shaking his head still more as if it could wipe away his actions. The break in his mind wavered between demon and man. He did not need these bones, but he wanted them. He would not hurt her, but she would have to pay for her actions.

Why? He growled low, clinging to the sanity that protected him. They are nothing to you. They should have been nothing to him. All they held was the memory of a time when pack brothers meant something. They were what remained of a time when nobility and honor were true to s heart and warmed his soul instead of turning his heart to iron.

Metallic eyes shot back to as she taunted him. The woman was begging for his attack. Those who fueled his rage thirsted for her blood just as they had thirsted for each other’s. His mouth watered and his lips pulled back into another, silent, snarl. The great bulk of his body quivered with the effort of holding himself back. Slowly, movements long and careful he stepped forward, tail straight out behind him. He wanted those bones, he craved the memory part of him still held so close. After the first bite, he would not hurt her to get them. He wanted no more needless blood on his hands nor daggers in his back.

Tithe wanted the senselessness to stop.