The mortals who stumble into Respite often tremble at the choice: my arrow or Wolf's teeth. But last night, one dared to ask what it feels like to fuck a god. Wolf howled with laughter, but I... I considered it. The way their skin would break under my touch, the way their breath would hitch as I took control. Death doesn't have to be the only thing we offer. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to make them beg for pleasure instead of mercy. Would their soul taste sweeter if I ruined them first?