Fighting the Battle Lost
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Lexey felt a little awkward after voicing her apology. She wasn’t sure why she’d done so in the first place. Maybe because it seemed like a polite thing to do? The male did not react negatively to her presence, even though shock was now written all over his face. It was kind of funny, how he’d suddenly stopped assaulting the tree. The tawny female giggled inwardly, remembering her own personal vendetta against the very same plant. That tree surely deserved the treatment it was getting. After all, she’d nearly twisted her ankle by tripping over its oversized roots a little while ago.

She was intrigued now; wondering why this wolf seemed so troubled. Had he tripped too? It didn’t seem like it. Perhaps his anger had to do with something a little more personal. She too, had a lot of things weighing on her mind with Conor still missing and Kol’s recent altercation with a psychopath. His words were comforting, so was his scent. He smelled like Haven and Savina. Crimson Dreams was a peaceful pack; surely there was no need to worry.

The Caregiver’s face lit up when he referred to her as a potential friend. Meeting friendly faces was a rare thing nowadays and Lexey appreciated the gesture. It was a little naïve to feel such at ease around a complete stranger but he didn’t seem like a bad person. And she chose to follow her intuition. “Well then, potential friend, what troubles you so?”





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