I know I left the shack heading north. His breathing took on a more regular, natural pace. It might take a while, but he'd find his way back. With his...usual swaggering confidence returned, he put the sun to his shoulder and headed south.The earth selected that very moment to begin another round of shudders. Even though he knew the quakes were not yet ended, the unexpected revival again threw Patrick to the ground. The fingers that held his shotgun were rammed against the dirt as he put his. “You should be at the party and....what the hell-“ “Don’t worry,” smiled Domina, looking in the direction of the man’s gaze. Three hundred feet or so to their left, under floodlights, a tennis match was being played. The court partially hidden by neatly trimmed hedges. “Anybody know we’re up here?” asked the man, turning from the tennis match. “No. What does it matter?” smirked Domina, throwing back her bobbed hair, looking at him with those fucking beautiful eyes. “I own the fucking. He Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the. In there second encounter he was a bit older and far more confident in himself, and, with what she would like to believe she helped in, he was able to beat his own personal fears and save her world from the dark witch Xayida.Bastian visited Fantasia often after Xayida's defeat and the Empress spent many happy hours talking with him.He told her more about his world, she shared her tales of her life as ruler of Fantasia.She grew to look forward to Bastian's visits with great eagerness not proper.