He didn’t want to separate himself from Zee, his attachment to her was strong, and alluring. It would be difficult to give that up in favour of keeping her safe, but would it really be any different then keeping Deathbelle at arms length so she could choose a mate better than he?
His heart ached, he didn’t want to deny himself the presence of the two most important wolves to him. He wanted to be in their lives, to share friendship with one and love with the other. If he was only dangerous in his sleep, he could increase the size of the den and his distance from her… assuming she ever wanted to be near him again. He wasn’t sure entirely how that would work, but it was easier to dwell on this thought then the idea of abandoning her entirely.
He was distrubed from his thoughts by the sound of movement in the den, and he lifted his head, listening carefully. Was she awake already?
He was in front of the door, but as she brushed past he moved quickly to the side so as not to be in her way. His head was lowered, weary of frightening her, but apparently he need not have bothered. She didn’t even seem to notice him as she pushed past the doorward, missed the elevation and tumbled head first onto the ground.
He was already moving to catch her, but it was too late. He cursed under his breath and landed on the ground beside her. From there, he was hesitant, and kept a slight distance between them. “Zee?” he whispered softly. He wanted to approach, help her up, and check she was okay, but feared any interference from him would be unwelcome/
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