Primitive Instincts *revised*

"Aspen?" My name came out as a purr, tumbling from his lips like something decadent and expensive.

I jarred, trying to emerge from the sea of unconsicous surrounding me. My brain needing to reboot after a long period of nothing but blackness. I stretched and popped my muscles, the stiffness in them I worked to melt away. Then I settled back into a lull, taking large gluttonous breaths of something delicious, wanting to drain my thoughts back into a state of sleep.

"Aspen?" Another low hum so delightful I had to open my eyes to see who produced it.

My eyes cracked open, colours and shapes rushed into my vision. It took a moment for my mind to grasp what I was experiencing.

I pinpointed the perpetrator who sung my name. In what was only in the span of a few seconds did the events of the last week flood back, jolting me out of my leisurely coma.

Gasping I locked eyes with the one in front of me. His seared through me like sweltering coals and I understood why.

My mate, the Shadow Alpha, Butcher of the North, Leader of the Red Druid pack, waited patiently before me, eager to devour his next victim.