Snow
"What do I do?"
Her cold palms clung to the see-through chiffon. The fabric cast a flushed hue against her skin where silver flecks and small cut obsidian gems embellished her gown.
Snow gazed at her reflection searching for the answers in her eyes. They where blank, heavy and dark. They had no answers. The shadowy circles underneath each eye gave away all that she desperately hides.
Fear was most of it. Exhaustion was but a fraction.
The tall glass windows separated her from the darkness beyond. Sharp shadows where the flame did not illuminate made her look thinner.
Brida was keen on laying creamy powder under her eyes as it somewhat lifted the shadows of her face. Dark brown pigment was packed above her eyelid making her eyes larger, the green of her iris a striking contrast.
Her earlobes burnt in the memory of Torryn's wet skin against hers just a few minutes ago. In her memory, his hands gripped her in place where his manhood grew stiff. It was only then did he pulled away letting the handmaids attend Snow to her bath.
I should leave. I'd rip you out of your clothing and that'll just keep you. She recalled him say.
Then, he left letting Brida come for her minutes after he had gone. Snow was burning red when she stepped out of the steaming water.
"Do what?" Torryn spoke from behind her.
She flinched as his voice echoed through the walls. The vast space in between the limestone made her feel small. Snow met his eyes and she was certain the walls grew wider. Her teeth grinded, as an imaginary pole shot to her back as it grew tense.
He was wearing a silver embroidered doublet; the black velvet made the framed stripes of metallic gray.
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Imprint
WerewolfTorryn, one of the most vicious alpha male of his era, imprinted on Snow, a mere woodland -raised she wolf. Their undeniable affinity for each other grows as the secrets of their past unfold. Will it break them? Or will it entangle them back toget...