"Are you sure we should be taking them?" Chaob asked as they jogged back in their human shape, Acat carrying their unconscious bride over his shoulder.
"The gods have spoken," Acat replied.
"Since when do you listen?"
Acat stopped and whirled to face him, the limp legs of the enticing female dangling down his chest. "Since I can't deny the evidence. Are you going to try and tell me you don't feel it?"
"Oh I feel it alright." Like a punch to the gut and a jolt to the system. One smell, one touch of the blonde beauty slung over Acat's shoulder, and Chaob just about drooled for a bite.
"Even I can admit when I'm wrong. Just don't tell my father. Trust me, I'm just as shocked as you. But damn, from the moment I scented her ?"
"You felt a need to find and claim her." Chaob nodded. "I know. Still, though, I don't think your grandfather expected us to bring back an outsider."