The Grudge

'No, don't come over here,' the crying woman thought. If he came too close, she might lose herself further. And that's exactly what he did. She could feel the warmth of his large body as he lay close to her. A soft apology then met her ears. She tucked those ears tightly against her skull. She didn't want to hear his apology. She didn't want to hear anything from him.

Iolaire had been on overload for quite a while now. With not sleeping, caring for everyone except herself, and being reminded of the loss of her siblings, she was full to the brim with volatile emotion. It had taken that one little push, the banding against her, to push her over the edge. And now here he was, offering sympathy. Ugh.

Iolaire turned. Her first thought was to snap at him and make him leave, but she didn't really want that. She didn't want to be alone. Instead, the small wolf curled her body against the black and silver male. She pressed her forehead against his dark chest and continued to cry, a new wave of emotion breaking over her.