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huge wolf was snarling, its thin ribs showing through the fur. That was bad. This one was dangerous, hunger made it desperate.
       She tried to deter it with a wall of flame, but it just waited for her to flicker it out. When it lunged at her, she mentally apologised to her seamstress and took on her own wolf form, fire blazing on every hair follicle and out of her claws.
       He struck her hard on the shoulder, but the mouthful of flame he received sent him stumbling back and swiping at his muzzle with his
    paw.
       She stood and lunged, snapping and snarling as blood flowed and drove her to kill.
       The battle became her entire world. She fought, bit, retreated and lunged again. He scored a few hits, but her body would repair when she became human again. He would not be so lucky.
       A roar that came from neither of them separated her from her attacker. The scent of enraged male overwhelmed the blood in the air. Tynir stood between her and the fenrir, shoving his arm down the wolf's throat and calling the cold.
       The wolf died after a few feeble swipes with its paws. Tynir threw it aside and turned to her. "Ah, Fehniel."
       She sat and tried to stop her rage, but it was still inside her and she couldn't shift back to her bipedal form.
       Tynir stroked her fur and her flesh cooled under his touch. She didn't fight him when he lifted her and carried her out of the tunnels.
       They were only half a kilometre from the keep and he carried her quickly to his home and with a few scattered words, the servants went running. The smells of the giants came far more easily to this shape and she memorised them all.
       Tynir was carrying her quickly. She smelled scorched skin and tried to pull back her flame. She was hurting him.
       She whined and kicked her legs to be let down, but he kept his grip. Gel ran in front of them and opened the door to Tynir's room. The scent of their coupling was still in the air, so she couldn't have been unconscious long.
       Gel ran for the bathroom and started running a bath. Tynir barked out another command and Gel left quickly, exiting the chambers efficiently.
       Fen smelled fear in the air. Many of the giants were sunk in it, but Gel was wallowing in it. She was happy that the woman wasn't there anymore. Fear stunk.
       Tynir stood next to the porcelain pool and without ceremony, dropped her into the water. The water was deep and it sizzled as she struck it. She paddled around as her body cooled to normal. Her natural form came easily as soon as she was cleared of the scent of blood.
       Tynir was watching her from the edge of the sunken tub. "Come here, Fehniel." He crooked his fingers and she floated toward him,
    turning off the tap as she did so.
    "Yes?"
       He threaded his hand in her hair and lifted her from the water for a hard kiss. His hand formed a fist and he held her tightly. "When were you going to tell me?"
       She drew a blank. "Tell you what?"
       "About you being a shifter."
       She couldn't help but laugh despite her awkward position. "I am my parents' daughter first, an elemental second and a shifter third. I never even thought about it."
       "You are mine. That should be first on your list."
       He punctuated his sentence with another hard kiss and she squeaked as a flicker of pain came to her.
       "Say it."
       "Say what?"
       "Say that you are mine." He kissed her again.
       "I will not say it." The water supported her, but the tight grip on her hair was making her eyes sting. She was hers and no one else's. He may have been in her mind and she had a care for his emotions, but she was not his. Not yet.
       "You will. Before you leave my rooms today, you will." The threat in his voice was implicit.
        Sol?
        Fen! How are you?
        I am fine. Whatever you hear in the next few hours, I am fine, I am safe and I am with Tynir, the frost giant.
        Really?
        He is mine the same