His mate. Rhawn scrapes his teeth against her throat like an animal. He feels like an animal. Wild, Raw. A low sound escapes him, almost a snarl. She answers with a small whimper, accepting his dominance, and he barely holds onto reason. If he cannot have her soon, he will explode. “Vando.” He can barely get the word out. “I don’t know what that means,” she pants, “but right now it sounds fucking amazing.” Rhawn and Lucy’s Dream- Six Years Ago Since the island was about to be blown to tiny charred bits, it seemed pretty pointless to worry about the sabretooth. Unless they wanted to try some kind of Life of Pi thing, it would stay stuck on this rock even if they got it unstuck from the tar. When the volcano erupted, the poor cat would be incinerated along with the rest of this tropical hellhole, so why not just leave him be? Because, Lucianne Meadowcroft never just let things be. Being unreasonable didn’t exactly win her any popularity contests, but it did get things done. However long the cat had left, she didn’t want him suffering a slow death by starvation. He was such an amazing, majestic creature. He deserved to run free. And she was going to make it happen. It had taken her a few days to find a rope, but now she was ready to act. She might be losing a mammoth tomorrow, but she was damn well saving the cat.
