Amidst the Crash of Worlds

She was breathing heavily, both from the fear, adn the thrill of landing her own strike. From the memories bubbling over and threatening to overwhelm her. Sera was utterly alone in the world, struggling to find a normality, to understand people. To pretend to be something more than an escaped slave. She knew she was strange, that what she said and did didn’t always make sense to those around her, but his words made her twitch. She realised then she had been rambling, yelling out her fears to the world. “Nothing… Nothing to you.” she snapped.

He shoved against her, pushing her small body back. His ridicule was hard to stomach, and she felt her anger burning through her throat, no matter how much she tried to swallow it back. She wanted to hurt him, the bastard. His words made it starkly obvious that nothing she had done had phazed him.

Taking another shuddered breath, she forced it all back down again. The rage and helplessness and confusion. Instead, she glared up at him through stubborn blue eyes. “You… you attacked me, what did you expect?” Her demons were too loud, too raw, twisting her inside out. Among that anger rolling through her was a strike of self pity and despair. She had met one wolf, one wolf in this world since her kidnapping that she had grown fondness for, and she would give her left eye to have him here beside her now. She had no doubt that red-marked devil would put Sitka in his place.


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