The daughter of a witch pinned her ears back at Balerion’s words. She wasn’t really bothered. Okay, he’d abandoned her, but whatever. Men. Fickle and arrogant. Guinevere had known boys like Balerion all her life. Plus, she wasn’t some pretty damsel in distress. If Guinevere so wished, she could rip a man’s eyes out and suck his blood just to prove she could and would. She joined the ladies up at the stage.
Lähmer; Drevis; Lova and Dwyn. Who would be next? A fancy turn of events, this was. And the prisoner and her bastards were gone. Good. Guinevere viewed Larentia as filth. Just as well three of the kids had died in battle. They were weak.
She felt the pups squirm. Despite being long overdue, Guinevere’s belly wasn’t that large. She viewed it as an extreme stroke of luck. What kind of woman wanted to give her life to pupping? Certainly not she. And the fewer whelps there were, the better. Guinevere shot down the crowd with a cool gaze. Goodbye, Balerion. Hello, nameless man who wanted to pup her. Welcome to h e l l. She certainly wouldn’t be claimed easily.
Another stirring. Guinevere kept her annoyance off her face. Shut up pups and go away.


"She comes for your bones, she comes for your blood"