Piercing Sympathy

Havermouth Present Time

Rhett’s grin was wicked as he hooked his fingers into Talen’s shirt and tugged him forward knowing that his superior strength as a hybrid would force Talen to step forward or have his shirt torn from him.

Talen laughed under his breath. Rhett in particular was enjoying the advantages of his transformation, perhaps because the zombie bite had left him so weak. The playfulness with which Rhett had explored his strength and speed had been highly entertaining, but also saddened Talen as Heath had not had the same opportunity to explore his new abilities in a carefree way. Still, Heath had his moments of glee - Talen comforted himself by recalling the run from the warehouse in which Heath had truly stretched his legs to the point Talen had struggled to follow.

He let Rhett pull him in until they were chest to chest and looked down at his dark-haired mate. “Well?” He asked amused. “Now that you have me, what do you intend to do with me?”

Rhett twisted, dragging Talen