Danger! Danger! High Voltage!

“Not with YOU!” He said, incredulously, offended that she would even think she could begin to understand his troubles. His teeth flashed again, golden eyes burning with fury, he wanted to scream, to sink his teeth into something and draw blood but the woman was far bigger than him and his teeth were sharp but frail.  He snorted and wandered away from the lake, attempting to brush the woman off or at least give the impression that he was trying to ignore her, but he couldn’t help himself from looking over his shoulder to see if she had followed.  

Some part of him, however small, wanted to be talked to, and as much as he wanted something to take his frustration out on he wanted just as badly to be talked to and listened to, and for a moment, just once, be cared about. He wanted to hear that his frustrations were valid and that he deserved to be angry, that everyone he currently hated deserved his scorn. There was no one in Abaven he could talk to, he was convinced that what few remained in the pack hated him. He wanted to cry out that he hated his sisters as much as they all did and that he was different, but he felt that he couldn’t, he was guilty by association.

He sat on a rock not too far from where the girl was and glanced over his shoulder again before turning his head away and lifting his snout with a pround “Hmph!” as if he were some miserable brat all the while hoping that she would be right behind him, willing to listen to him and hear his miserable whining.

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