Puppy Love

Her mind whirled, torn between what felt like every emotion imaginable. Her ego shattered into what truly seemed like a million pieces. Not only had she pissed Maverick off in her silence, in her passivity towards Syrinx's actions, but she had disappointed him and hurt him and his pain shone like fire in those green eyes she found herself adoring. Even looking into the depths of those eyes was painful, and she swore she felt a single tear trickling down her cheek. Damn this. Why was it that Maverick made her feel everything so strongly? Nothing else in the world had made her so angry, so upset. She'd only actually seen the boy on three separate occasions, other than this one, so why did he matter so much to her?

"You think that now," she retorted bitterly, her words seething angrily from her throat. "You don't know how being crowned King will change you, Maverick." It hadn't changed Collision, but she knew power could corrupt even the most innocent of creatures. She knew she, too, desired power, wanted to be higher in Valhalla, wanted recognition, wanted to be known as more than just Cairo's daughter. Was she willing to sacrifice that for a chance at being with Maverick? It seemed neither of them were willing to, but at the very least they were willing to work around it.

While most wolves would find their anger subdued by Maverick's next words, Epiphron's reaction was surprising even to herself. Maverick began to confess how much he cared about her, claiming he thought about her literally all the time. Not only that, he admitted he wanted her... how much, she really didn't know, but she was certain he hadn't told her anything like that before. Why did Maverick care so much about her? She was well aware of her beauty, of the fact that she'd been endowed with a pretty face and an appealing body, and a sweet voice to match. But certainly Seracia had a female of comparable beauty, a woman that Maverick wouldn't have to struggle so hard to be with.

The feeling of conflicting disappointment and extreme importance set her off, a low snarl slipping from Epiphron's throat. Her eyes burned with tears as she watched Maverick, shifting slightly to lower her muzzle. It felt so useless to fight about this, when it felt like they would forever be forced to sneak off and meet in private. The future she envisioned with him was not possible, it would never be. "Just go." Blue eyes watched him with unbelievable adoration, mixed with tears of anguish and fury. Epiphron was fairly certain she couldn't speak any other words to him. Her throat tightened, any words she tried to speak bubbling up as a dull growl.