“Keep fucking taunting me, little lamb. I’ll show you why shepherds hid their flocks from the wolves at night. You’ll see what happens when those sweet, succulent, little creatures are separated from the flock. They end up fucked so hard that not even the rest of the sheep can scent what the fuck is left of it in the morning.” “Wolves can’t fuck sheep, Knox,” I uttered through the pressure he held on my throat. “It’s anatomically impossible.”
