no rest for the wicked

She wanted to defend her former lover's innocence, but instead she timidly ducked her head and acquiesced to the man's criticisms of her. It was easier to stay quiet and accept things than risk any further harm to herself either mentally or physically. Most of all Remi did not want to be abandoned again so she was determined to be on her best behaviour for him. He knew her biggest secret and accepted her as a wolf despite her maimed appearance. For these reasons alone she could forgive him for calling the Lady a bitch.

His name was Valkorion. Just the sound of his name repeating in her mind felt almost criminal and worthy of punishment. She could not address him as an equal. The thought of it filled her with tremendous anxiety. "I'm Remi. If it pleases you," she introduced herself meekly, barely able to withhold the sirs nor could she bring herself to speak his name aloud. Still the excitement of her pending rescue from solitude and the company of another wolf made the nub of her crooked tail begin to wag again.