I Won’t Live Unspoken

Emile · Updated 04/30/23:

Emile was becoming something of a recluse, he struggled to find reason enough to leave the room he'd felt had been foisted upon him. Ezra was quickly turning into a miserable wolf to be around, Jane was still living in her own blissful fantasy, and his other remaining sister? Well, she might as well have been lost along with his mom and Everlyse. If his father noticed he hadn't said anything and the only other wolf he'd ever cared about in the pack? Well, Bowen was gone now too, the only friend his age he'd ever made. He supposed Outlaw was still his friend but Emile knew well enough that an adult didn't have the time to play with him and he was struggling more and more with feeling both like a burden and abandoned.

So he was awake but holed up in his room, he had poked his head out just once today, to greet his father on his way out but otherwise had returned to his partially self-imposed isolation. That didn't mean he missed the clear calls of the woman searching for him. He had known her first from the healer meeting he'd attended but more now he knew her by the scent of his father on her pelt, as the woman who had taken up residence in his father's room. A wave of resentment and guilt washed over him. It struck him as wholly unfair that after his father had spent so long focusing on his missing mother then when he should finally return his attention inward it was being given so freely to this woman... when all Emile had ever wanted, ever needed was his father. Why did she get to stay in his father's room when Emile felt he'd been made to leave? But then there was the guilt... should he not be happy if his father was?

The boy sighed and pushed open his door, not saying anything but turning his gaze towards the woman.

"Speech"

Art by Kolokolchek

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