upper lip twitched in a restrained snarl, fingers curling into fists. every instinct within the ‘wolf shied away from the image of a muzzle and leash, and it was difficult to fight when body wanted to curl in on itself. but eli was nothing if not proud, and he refused to bow beneath ky’lar. “no amount of threats will make me respect you.”
“i wouldn’t exactly call them threats.” they were, in essence more akin to promises than actual threats. yet, they could be taken the same way, even more so when the demon was angered, “if i decide to muzzle you, it’s for good reason, and eventually… you’ll learn your place.”
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