WARNING, THIS FANFICTION WILL INCLUDE POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, POWER IMBALANCE, AND SIMILAR TOPICS - The whispering of trees blowing in the wind was all he heard as he stopped dead in his tracks. The strong smell of blood rushes to his nose. He would never be able to get that image out of his head. That image of the coffee mage splayed out in the empty clearing, staining the forest red. This was never going to happen ever again. He would never let it happen again. No matter what it takes.All Rights Reserved