RED THREADS: The Witch and the Wolf

They left me here awaiting Death, unversed in the tongue of beasts.

You were drawn by my scent— the musk between my thighs. I whispered spells and gave you drink, man-beast, in the shadowed wood where others lingered, silent witnesses.

You did not devour me. You circled with your breath, danger brushing my skin’s edge. Your fangs—promise and threat— traced a path of fire across my bound flesh. The shadows howled in silence, witness to an ancient pact: the witch and the wolf, prey and desire, melding in the night where fear becomes pleasure and surrender, a spell.