Things to be desired, yet they left a strange sense of wanting.
Until now, the pups had obeyed their mother without question. But tonight was different. He could feel it stirring inside him, and he knew his twin felt it too. Their golden eyes met, a mischievous glint sparking between them.
Hellebore cast a sideways glance at their mother as she busied herself nearby, watchful, but willing to let them explore.
When Hemlocke whispered the word, Hellebore answered with firmer insistence.
Out.
Locke was the first to go, bold and eager. Bo lingered for just a heartbeat longer, stealing one last look toward their mother before following with measured grace, or at least what he believed was grace. In truth, his legs still betrayed him, stumbling here and there as he learned the rhythm of his own body.
He came to stand beside his twin, eyes lifting to the crimson moon. The darkness that wrapped around them was alive, whispering encouragement, feeding the restless energy that pulsed between the boys.
Locke spoke, and Bo grinned. He wasn’t wrong. The image of their mother’s bloodstained maw flickered through his mind, stirring something wild and curious within him.
An idea began to take shape. He leaned close to his brother, voice low and gleaming with delight.
More. Dark.
His eyes glittered as he flicked his gaze down the passage leading out of their den.
Would they tempt fate?
Would they press further into the darkness that begged to consume them?