The Demon Queen's Desire
I accepted them as well.
The one after was a fox who was well nourished, mostly hydrated, unbattered, and didn’t smell like fear, worry, or desperation. A spy. I went through the process, but cut it short after licking his neck.
“No. Your energy isn’t tasty. Sorry.” I wrinkled my nose and told him to go back to the couches. He looked shocked.
Two more wolves, both male, one was Ford’s first cousin, Will. He was almost as tall as Ford. At least 6’4” with the same black hair and brown eyes. His muscles weren’t as big, but he’d probably lost some mass from being locked up.
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