Serenity

"This mark, means your mine. Forever apart of the north." His eyes were starting to dilate, the black of his pupils bleeding into his iris. His fur right under the surface. Something in me started to build, it was like an indescribable tension, a balloon with too much air, ready to burst. I was tired of his authority, I was tired of everyone's authority, I was not meant to be under his or anyone's thumb like a submissive doll. He tightened his grip on my arm pressing his thumb into the scar. A rumbling growl started low in my chest building, my whole body felt like it was shaking from the tension. My nails and gums started to burn as if flames were flickering at them.