Puppy Love

She realized her mistake too late. Epiphron had already told Maverick to leave. After he had admitted how much he would go through for her, how deeply he cared for her, she'd snarled angrily and told him to leave. She reminded herself all too painfully of her brother Neo -- a creature full of excessive rage and anguish.

The female bowed her head, dipping her muzzle low to the ground. Any other wolf of the right mind would've found her anger quenched by his honesty. Maverick had spilled his heart to her, given her so much more than she had offered him. Somehow the boy was so incredible, she almost felt as though she couldn't live up to him. He was putting his life on the line to see her, and what was she doing? Risking a slight humiliation when her brother found her? Her own weakness only made her feel even more frustrated. Her own actions seemed out of her control; she wanted so badly to just stop fighting and enjoy the brief time she had with Maverick, but she found herself snapping at him and snarling like a pup.

And he turned to leave. He wouldn't fight it... she'd been the one to tell him to leave, after all. Tears still burned in her eyes, blurring her vision. The thought of Maverick actually leaving sent her into something like a mental panic. What if she wanted to see him again? She wouldn't dare go to the borders of Seracia to find him, and how else would they manage to find each other? The possibility of a future without Maverick was terrifying.

Epiphron wasn't sure quite what came over her, but fear of being abandoned gripped her tightly and refused to let go. With a swift motion she leaped after Maverick, attempting to pin the boy to the ground. It would not be painful -- the ground was padded with grass and soft dirt -- and she did not want to hurt him, but she refused to let him slip away. Even if she had told him to. Even if he wanted to.