Puppy Love

I am unraveling, unbearably empty,

and if this ground gives way

I just hope that you catch me.





Epiphron immediately felt regret for her overly bitter retort, wishing she had just buried her face in Maverick's fur and never pulled away. She wanted so badly to retreat into his pelt and escape there, forever. But she was unable to let Maverick's comment go unnoticed, and as her blue gaze locked with the other creature's green stare, she felt the irritation welling up within her throat. Briefly her teeth would bare, revealed under parted lips, but the expression was short-lived. She was irritated, but she did not hate Maverick. Not at all.

At least I said something, he retorted with a surprising quickness, and her own tail lashed behind her dangerously. A fire was growing in her eyes as she watched Maverick, a passion unlike anything she'd known. Even upon her own mother's death, she'd mourned silently and solemnly, never a creature of excessive anything, especially emotion. But as she watched the russet boy before her, watched his ears flatten against his skull and his own tail flick behind his larger frame, she felt her chest clench. The girl swore she felt the rapid pounding of her heart, beating against her ribcage, echoing through her entire body. "Do you really believe I'd let Syrinx actually hurt you?" Her voice was low but threatening, bitingly sweet, and yet serious beyond compare. Her brother had struck him once, but she was not so passive as to let her brother mutilate Maverick. No, she cared for him far too deeply to let that happen...

"Syrinx did not follow me," Eyelids narrowed over sapphire eyes, watching Maverick with an incredulous look. "I was sure to be more careful this time. If you think for a second I'd purposefully put you in danger, you have a lot to learn about me." Eyes would flash threateningly. Of course they had a lot to learn about one another, but it seemed Maverick was doubting the very reason that she'd promised to come here again; because she cared about him. "And I know you don't like Syrinx, but you obviously have no respect for my family, regardless of not knowing a damn thing about them..." An insult to her family, to the Valhalla pack, was an insult to the core of her being. Despite the anger flowing through her, somehow she still wanted to rush forward and embrace the boy with all her might; the conflicting emotions were confusing and annoying and her mind whirled with all of them as she watched Maverick, waiting.