â Our muses hold hands for the first time.
anger bubbles up within her chest. she can hear some of the supernaturals sitting nearby plotting against the original werewolf whoâs put rome up to its marriages. and while nethyra doesnât like the idea of being forced into one, she follows the man because he and his pack had saved her. and it had been some time since nethyra had seen acceptance in anyoneâs gaze. so sheâd grit her teeth and try to bear it, and maybe kill anyone who thought about HURTING someone she clearly cared about. heat radiating from her, nethyra almost moves to attack when a hand slips gracefully into her own. pausing, the dragon shifts her gaze to the conjoined fingers before lifting it towards charlotteâs. the witch seems to know, somehow. her eyes - as if theyâve seen many things and many outcomes - are serene. the burning heat of her hand begins to subside the longer nethyra stares into them before sheâs glanced away. sheâs a little annoyed by the tactic, but she doesnât let go.Â












