That Damn Stork

She hadn’t thought it had been possible to be more miserable than she had been as a slave, but now with everything that had happened it was getting close. Her heart hurt. She had spent more time with Rhys, which was one of the few reasons she was not more distraught than before. Her relationship with Rhyme was all but finished it seemed, and she hadn’t sought the warm comfort of her mate either. The cause of her woes, but also the one wolf she would never be able to turn her back on.

Rhythm hadn’t wanted his comfort, it didn’t feel right. She had been self-soothing, but not very well. When he called for her, she wasn’t sure what to think. He was strong, emotionally and physically and she knew he wasn’t near as messed up about their falling out with Rhyme as she was. Deep down she didn’t want him to know how terrible she felt, or how much she hurt. She didn’t want to admit it to herself either, but there was a growing resentment. She didn’t want to foster it, but it had latched onto her like a parasite.

Hesitantly the Destruction woman made her way to the Range from her den in the knolls. Not knowing the reason he called for her Rhythm cautiously approached, her tail limp and her ears low before she realized her posture. She tried to lift herself up before Valentine saw her dejected form, pulling her tail up and perking her ears.

”Yes?” She asked softly as she came to a halt near the tractor. The scent of new pups wafted to her and she hid the confusion that surged.