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Glowing

Fusilis

Andricia

"Silas Gheata," Fenrir says with venom in his voice.

How does he know him in the first place? Silas doesn’t even acknowledge Fenrir, and Loki hasn’t said a word. He hasn’t gotten off the ground either. Silas removes his jacket, and I feel it land over my shoulders. I whimper from the pain in my shoulder, and I feel him tense as the air around him gets colder. His hand lands on the small of my back, pulling me to him, and his face drops to my neck as he inhales deeply. His breath is shaky for some reason; it’s the first time he’s ever not been composed. Then I feel the world fade around us as we shimmer away.

When the world begins to come into focus, I smell all of my mates and know instantly that we’re in their room. Silas pulls me tighter to him as the shimmery smoke fades away. I hear four growls and know they aren’t growling because they are mad, but because I am naked. Silas releases me and carefully lifts the jacket off my shoulder as I cringe and whimper