01-09-2012, 10:42 PM
((wc 226))
He jerked awake as his mate screamed, his golden eyes flashing to the entrance of their den before searching her for injury. She nuzzled into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He could feel how hard her heart was beating, could smell the fear rising from her in waves. He looked at her solemnly, swallowing. "What was it, kiddo?"
He wasn't oblivious to her occasional nightmares. Sometimes she told him about them, sometimes not. He had the feeling the ones she didn't talk about were worse than the ones she did tell him about. He knew more than once she'd dreamt about the pups they would someday have, though the spirits had so far denied him the chance to be a father.
He kissed her forehead gently, feeling her tremble in his embrace. Sometimes he wondered if she would be better off if he left, if she would be better off finding someone more stable than him. He hadn't done anything terrible in ages, not since he destroyed the shadow wolf who'd been trespassing on pack lands. And as far as he knew, she didn't know about it. He had started a fire and made sure the body was well burned so no one would find it. He had come back to her with smoked venison from his successful hunt afterward.
He jerked awake as his mate screamed, his golden eyes flashing to the entrance of their den before searching her for injury. She nuzzled into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He could feel how hard her heart was beating, could smell the fear rising from her in waves. He looked at her solemnly, swallowing. "What was it, kiddo?"
He wasn't oblivious to her occasional nightmares. Sometimes she told him about them, sometimes not. He had the feeling the ones she didn't talk about were worse than the ones she did tell him about. He knew more than once she'd dreamt about the pups they would someday have, though the spirits had so far denied him the chance to be a father.
He kissed her forehead gently, feeling her tremble in his embrace. Sometimes he wondered if she would be better off if he left, if she would be better off finding someone more stable than him. He hadn't done anything terrible in ages, not since he destroyed the shadow wolf who'd been trespassing on pack lands. And as far as he knew, she didn't know about it. He had started a fire and made sure the body was well burned so no one would find it. He had come back to her with smoked venison from his successful hunt afterward.