07-04-2009, 06:59 PM
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It took him less then ten seconds to make up his mind. Ezekiel’s ears flared forward and his upper lip pulled back, baring his still-white teeth to the peculiarly colored girl. Of course, she had chosen a wolf. After everything he had done for her, every warning, she had done the one thing that he had not expected. “Wolves are bad,” he barked, desperation crawling in his voice. “If you want to be with him you go be a wolf. Then you’ll be bad too. Get out. Get your stuff and go!” There was anger, and there was the terrible hurt of betrayal. How could she do such a thing? After everything he had done for her, she would betray him in such a way?
The anger rose in his chest, and he began to tremble. “GET OUT OF HERE!” He yelled, no longer trusting himself. A very strong part of himself desire to strike her, to smack some sense into her thick skull. He would not. Ezekiel could not bring himself to do such a thing, but he did not understand why he felt so horrible. [/html]