/RAZHAL/
His instincts never lie, not once and certainly not now. He knew the sweet scent of the woman even when a large distance stood between them. Zeus had stirred, aroused from sleep but turned vigilante the moment he realized she wasn't alone.
A snake...
Cursed rogues, the smell of corpses.
They stood stood out to him, high on his list of things he loathed and greatly despised. Of course the woman would be in their midst, his cursed fate bestowed upon him by the sly lunatic hiding away in the moon. His former wife would always be with the people against him, not for once had she taken his side, and it's not for a lack in trying.
It was true he too hadn't given her any reasons to choose him, there were many times he treated her in what would be described as "distasteful", but still, a mate was a mate. It comes as one, no part of their personalities should be excluded and separated from the man he was. She should have known this...
