Julian found the cave Rowan was staying in; his footsteps suddenly halted, and he turned to run away. A familiar cold aura emanated from behind the large boulder.
"Stop." A deep but authoritative voice rang out, like an order from the grim reaper.
The small bird heard it and ran even faster, his heart pounding in his chest.
Tch.
Paland decisively transformed into his beast form, the giant bat wings obscuring the sunlight. He grabbed Julian, and in the blink of an eye flipped his hand to press him against the rough trunk of an ancient tree, pressing his body close to control him.
The strong, intense scent of male hormones rushed over, enveloping all senses; the alarm bells in Julian's head rang blaringly. He felt like a fragile sparrow caught in the talons of an eagle.
He struggled desperately, his claws scratching wildly, not even caring about the food scattered all over the ground: "Bastard, get lost! Don't touch me!"
