Oril cried into the night and even when Jamole thought he could sleep peacefully, her wailing kept cracking into his heart. He felt bad for yelling at her and inwardly nagged at his guts forever daring. He couldn’t describe his love for her; but he could tell he loved her in a crazy kind of way. He knew how much Lord Mayor fucked all the Lunas in the pack and couldn’t stand thought of Lord Mayor poking his rotten cock into her pussy. He knew this was going to pose a problem and he searched for words to make her understand that she could be the reason he would make...