If Hunter wasn't so focused on the cold blooded man in front of her, she would have heard it or even felt before now. The claws on the front porch. A massive black wolf walks into the doorway. It makes it's way in between, Mick and Hunter. Growling at the latter. "Derik I'm fine." the wolf moves closer to Mick, snarling and smiling. She moves forward and puts one hand on it's back, she gripes the thick soft fur. It looks back it's blue eyes look electric. "Mick, I don't know much but what I do know is that I have some serious trust issues at best. Even if there is a chance, even if we start over I don't know if, there's anything to say or do that could fix this." Her head and gays falls to the floor. "I get it, Shadow, I have to get everything we had back, your trust, your love, everything." A long silence ensued.
"Let's go."she turns and walks past the jet black mass and out the front door. By the time she makes it to the front porch, The black wolf turns to follow her out but not before snarling at that older man. Mick finds himself alone in the house for the first time since he moved in. He turned and slams closed, left open front door. He falls against it frustrated, cracking the door and the stain glass window above him.
And in between the people he works for and the people that made him. This is not going to end well for him. For anyone.
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A Wolves Cry
WerewolfLife knowing you're the only one of you're kind, and that there will never be another, is bad enough. After six centuries of going through the best and, WORST that life has to offer. The now constant nightmares and incessant hunger are the lest of...
