Kilian's POV

The heat of Spades’ delicate body on my back makes me vibrate as if she were made of electricity. How this beauty straddles me, her fingers meddling in my fur, legs rubbing my ribs at each of my strides...
“The wolf has stamina,” I catch, her voice dissipating in the wind as my paws thrust into the sand. The mere sound of her increases my speed. She gets my heart pumping so damn fast. So much I’m struggling to send this mad rush of blood in my hind legs so as not to swell something else...
Keep your dick in check, Kilian. Oh, brother...
While skimming the flanks of Tilmer mountain, I notice smoke from afar.
The Oracle pit is burning. The hags know I’m coming with the girl. It’s a mystery how they get to know those things...
Spades’ clench tightens around my neck as the temple comes into view. “Kilian... Kilian, it’s incredible!” she marvels as the structure grows bigger with every kick of my paw.
Yes.
Any soul who sets eyes on the Three Moons Temple for the first time finds the sight freeing.
Born from the mountain’s hard rock, twirling towers stand like jewels on the wall, cobalt-blue crystal roofs gleaming in the sun.
I think it’s making an impression on Spades, her quivering hands running through me, tingling.
Keep doing that, girl...
There’s a continuous humming coming from this place of worship. It’s here that I go whenever my nerves get the best of me. And these old women’s thrums are enough to lower my pulse by a level or two...
We’re here. Time to get off, woman. A little groan, and this dove is quick to get the message.
Soon after transforming into human form, she runs to me and collars my neck, lapping kisses over my chin.
I cage her, a groan of want scuttling up my throat. She’s got those body parts I’m dying to explore. “Those lips... I’ve got a special gift for them.” I can’t move my thumb away from her parting cherry plumbs. I could devour them so much here I am, taking a taste out of them. I tighten my grip around her jerking nape, my tongue disorienting her.
Spades, I can’t wait to take all of you off-guard.
I shield my eyes from the sun. It’s touching the horizon line. “Let’s move, pretty wolf. Oldies rarely like to wait.”
“Oldies?” She’s holding her hair with one hand, the wind batting her freckles.
I wish those were edible. Fortunately, these can be licked. There. Spades’ sweet taste on my lips, I squeeze my staggering girl’s bum cheeks real tight. I want her to fuss. I want her teeth to growl and her eyes to narrow. Because when she does, it always burns me down the middle...
“Harder, Kilian,” this puss purrs! She can’t do that.
I feign a relaxed attitude, my snigger suggesting she will get it hard sooner enough.

The place is grim, as always.
Glowing crystals encrusted in the walls are the only way to tell where to put our feet.
While we plod in this sand-filled alley, spinder webs are clogging our path so much we must push these cords out of the way, if not bend over.
Those hags live in one of the most stunning temples ever built and treat it like a garbage dump. While I may not be a priest, I know the value of things, and below my feet is black Orixian marble worth more than I have in space jets.
“Kilian, where you taking us?”
With my mouth shut, I turn my head away from her.
Again.
She must think I’m an illiterate sod!
My tongue is latched against my palate, barricading an answer I’m unsure how to deliver. As for Spades’ questions, I’ve avoided them not because I don’t wish to help but because I can’t go through those seizures of hers again. It’s a piece of me that dies each time she convulses.
But mostly, I needed confirmation of where I stood with this bird since she was brought up in such a callous manner.
It’s not that I don’t trust the girl. Actually, I do...
...Most of the time.
It was her father’s late exchange that motivated me to show her what the stakes really are. The skin Galathena hides.
“I want you to see something, Spades.”
A sudden gust sweeps across the vaulted alley, stopping us in our tracks.
“Look who we have here. A naked Alpha!”
Moorena and her cackles...
The temple fills with these old witches’ voices, their deadly hisses slithering from the darkness up to our ears. Spades’ fingers constrict around my hand. I grip them harder. “Scared, little wolf?”
“The Demon Ghost has returned.”
