NARRATOR

His boots crunched, crushing lots of his new friends, and warning hisses sounded everywhere.

While he set the boat in motion, standing, steady, pushing off the muddy bottom with the oars—he felt movement against the leather.

His tall boots helped a lot and blocked most of the attacks, but a few bolder ones jumped to bite him above the pants.

Fenrir didn’t stop the chase. His strong biceps bulged with the vigorous strokes of the oars.

He looked like a psycho stalker out for revenge.

And the worst part was what he planned to do.

His wolf stirred his Selenic magic to counter the venoms trying to seep into his blood.

All of a sudden, a sharp hiss sounded and one of the snakes sprang high, latching onto the upper thigh, way too close to his balls.

Fenrir looked down at once, catching the flash of orange on the reptile’s body, black stripes rippling in the air.

He let out a sigh of relief when he realized it missed.

"Baby, this dick already has an owner; go find yourself another ma