We Were Making The Bullets To A Broken Gun

*Bass* · 09-22-2015, 07:48 PM

The words that left Allen's maw made him pause, narrowed gaze tossing over his shoulder at his words. "I am doing what I can to protect my family, Allen. I thought that you would understand that the most. And of course I would not lead everyone off before calling a pack meeting, but it is on my mind. I haven't changed any, it is you who have lost sight of what really matters. Take your family and leave." He hissed. He didn't want to talk to Allen anymore, it hurt his heart too much. Eyes watered and he tossed his head forward, avoiding the older man's gaze. "But I will do what it takes to make sure that my family is safe. Nothing is ever set in stone, and its not like I am marching over there right now. I always talk to my pack first." Bass retorted, taking a few more steps away. He flinched, slinking back slightly. He didn't want Allen to leave, or Nona and their children. But he couldn't stop him. Couldn't take back his words. Just like with Rhythm. "... I will be torn apart to see you leave. You've been here almost since day one. But I get it."

"SPEAK!"

Art by Evelyn

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