His body shook with remorse, sharp teeth clacking as his body wracked with sobs.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, “I’m so, so sorry.”

Yet Sverre continued. His hunger couldn’t be quelled. His nature denied. Sverre was a Beast. It was a foolish idea to deny it. And yet, you’d tried, hadn’t you? You reassured him with flowery words and fragile promises.

Foolish.

You’ve become a part of him.

•

[Months ago]

Lost, injured and bloodied, you came across him. Timid, painfully human. Sverre.