The musky and slightly sour hint that mingled with the scent of damp earth and pine emanating from Cynric was only overshadowed by the whiffs of bloody, raw meat wafting with each of his breaths.
Arabella's sole resort to escape them was to take steps back and allow Silas's figure to somewhat come between herself and the wolf man.
A guttural laugh escaped him as he straightened up, "You know, I was only joking about the human sacrifice thing but now that I have this one in front of me… Who knows?" he marked a pause during which he practically undressed her with his eyes, "A deal in exchange for the spring equinox celebration in the caverns sounds very tempting right about now," he chuckled.
"It is time for you to leave," the ice in Silas's voice had never been colder than that.
