Status Updates From The Bear and the Lamb (Fate...

I slide the box open and inside I see it's a note.
My bear. My starlight. Return to me.
I press the paper to my lips before I can think better of it, breathing her name into the creases. Blood wet at my side, eyes on the horizon.
“All right, lamb,” I whisper. “I’m comin’.”

Just as the strength drains out of him, I lean in close to his ear. “Don’t you fret ’bout Alice. Your wife is mine now, and I’ll keep her proper. While you’re rottin’ in the dirt, worms in your eyes, I’ll be fuckin’ her full, keepin’ her moanin’ my name, seein’ her belly swell with my young.”

I cross to Arch and press my palm to his cheek.
“Touch a man’s face that soft, Alice, and he’ll start wonderin’ how the rest of you feels.”
Heat rises from my collar to my ears, and his words land low in my belly.
His grin deepens into something wolfish.