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silky ear and down into the pup’s thick neck ruff.
    After years of deliberately avoiding the stupidity of the outside world—a world so vain and enamored of physical beauty it refused to see past the superficial imperfection of his face—Cy found it difficult to find the words he needed.
    “My apologies, little wolf. I…should not have snapped at you.”
    Wolf-boy looked up at him suddenly, clearly startled by the admission and apology. The boy even forgot to avert his eyes. Cy’s heart sped up as he stared into the brilliant gold colour that reflected open amazement at him.
    “I’m sorry, Master. I…I wasn’t…” The pup’s voice was low, with a slight growling accent. His eyes pleaded for something, but Cy wasn’t quite sure what.
    “I know my face is…unpleasant. There’s no need for either of us to pretend otherwise.”
    “No!” The denial was quick and loud. “I mean…I was…” The wolf whined—his long, pink tongue licking along his muzzle nervously.
    Cy waited patiently—his innate curiosity piqued. What was the boy trying to say?
    “Your…your magic it…touched me. In the forest and a…again just now,” the boy finally said.
    Cy blinked several times in surprise. Of all the things he’d imagined the boy would say that hadn’t even crossed his mind for a second. He took a moment to study the wolf-boy. If he was telling the truth, if the denial that had come so easily was real, then…
    Perhaps his magic was trying to tell him something, Cy reflected. Trying to guide him as it often did since the attack. And perhaps…well perhaps the two of them weren’t as dissimilar as first appearances would suggest. He doubted the boy’s fearful, cringing reactions were a result of love and acceptance.
    Very tentatively, Cy reached out with a thin tendril of his magic—imagining himself caressing along the boys back and down towards the base of his tail. The boy whined, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stretched up to meet the invisible caress—unconsciously exposing his vulnerable neck as his leg began a very slight, involuntary scratching motion and his tail wagged hesitantly. He was the very picture of a puppy on the edge of canine bliss. Cy felt his cock twitch as he watched the tip of the pups cock emerge from his foreskin—a hot pink head that begged for attention.
    Oh, fuck! Cy’s mind shouted as he groaned and very nearly followed through with the thought. He wanted to roll the pup over, mount him and pound into him right there on the faded red and gold rug until the cum boiling away in his balls flooded into the wolf’s ass. Cum would be a delicious addition to the ash, charcoal, and tiny splinters of wood on the rug. It was that last item that had him pulling away. He didn’t want splinters anywhere near what he had planned.
    The boy looked up at him—confusion and a little hurt reflected in his eyes as Cy withdrew the caress.
    “Good, pup.” Cy enjoyed the way the boy relaxed instantly under his approval.
    A moment of silence stretched out between them as they looked one another over carefully. Cy could see the boy’s eyes repeatedly drawn to the scars, but refused to hide them.
    “What…what happened?” the boy eventually asked. When Cy didn’t answer immediately, the boy tensed and lower his eyes again fearfully. “I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“
    “My father had many enemies at court. Enemies that sent an assassin cat that won’t be hunting ever again.” Cy growled angrily at the memory of that night so many years ago that had changed his life forever.
    He’d barely been seventeen—barely been in control of his magic. But mage society was competitive. It was cutthroat and vicious. Weakness and imperfection simply were not tolerated. Cy had gone from being a first-born, talented and destined to rule his father’s holdings, to an outcast and pariah which his own sire was embarrassed to acknowledge.
    Cy was so caught up in his own dark, painful thoughts,