He was angry.
There was no way around this.
The devil take them all, he would pay; and he would do it one body part at a time.
Starting with the cock, and then the balls. Leading all the way to his tongue.
Ashley cursed, pumping his feathered wings in the air as he made landing on the sandy beaches of his home Ischia was warm this time of year, even if the rest of the world around them was crisp and cold—where the trees were ablaze with color, here everything was as green as it usually was. And while Beqanna was distracted with the scent of randy humping, a tired ginger colored man had been in search of a rapist.
And had been unsuccessful.
FUCK he says mentally, kicking backwards at a rock with a force enough to blow it to pieces—willed by magic, fueled by the sheer anger that pumped in his veins.
Kerberos was gone, and he had no more time to dedicate to looking for him. Protecting Wallace and Ischia had pretty much fallen to him, and he had to see to its borders. He had been gone far too long as it was.
“DOVEV!” he bellows, his voice rolling over the sands and through the trees. Ashley’s summoning of his student was not often, but he knew that when Ashley calls, the young pup will answer.
Or at least he better.
On pain of death.
ashley
I walked the path, it led me to the end.