Philophobia
- The fear of love or of becoming emotionally connected with another person. It shares many of the same traits as other specific phobias, particularly those that are social in nature.
Twilight Phobia's Serie [2]
Short Story
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The two men morphed into their wolves, a growl emitting towards the newly shifted wolf.
The white wolf that Madison grew to love stared at the wolves with a smirk. Their mistake is offering a fight to a woman who came from a long legacy.
As if sensing the smirk, her father rubbed his smiling lips down to a firm line knowing what's about to happen. He trained his daughter since the age of 16, Monse knew more than just trowing a punch, she knew how to bring down anyone and everyone down to their knees.
After all, being a Clemente-Cruz had its perks. A hand down book of all type of supernatural death laid withins Monse's brain.
Of course Larry wasn't enthusiastic of the idea of her being with a leech, but that isn't his calling since it's the ancestors doing. He curses his great grandfather Rorian, insisting this is his doing for pairing his daughter with Emmett, the one Rorian loved so dearly just because he sent him the portraits of Picasso.
"Such a shame a beautiful soul like his has to be trapped in a body he can't control of." Rorian would repeatedly write in his logging books, "what a pair he would make with one of the females of the Clemente-Cruz bloodline, they would've made such beautiful wolves."
Stupid Picasso.
Huffing, Larry stands tentative towards a growling Monse. "She's not actually going to kill them right!" A high pitch squealed stood next to him. Larry looks over at a young rouset boy no older than 15, his eyes showing his nervousness and as well as his fidgeting.
"That depends." Larry answers, looking from the groveling wolves back to the younger pup.
"Depends on what?" He asks, looking up to the older man with wide eyes.
"If she has the lust to kill, just like our ancestrals."
"Oh boy."
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Monse eyes flickered between the two bulky wolves.
Paul stance was shaky, meaning she can easily break his legs in just one left movement then to the right.
Jared' although, he looked like she can take a fair fight with.
So without hesitation, she lurched towards Jared making him believe she was going to attack him first but in fact she groveled towards Paul and sank her canines into his neck, a paw holding down his head.
"MONSE!"
Madison's voiced rippled through the woods. shivers running downs Monse's back. Her neck craning up at the now black wolf standing in front of her with glowing red eyes.
"Stand down." Madison's voice rang into Monse head.
Monse vigorously shakes her head, he snout showing her full pearly white canines. "I will if they don't threaten Emmett or anyone of his family members."
