Douse This Fire

Ezra tried to meet her gaze, but she kept her face turned down away from his. That didn't stop him from seeing the tears that had begun to fill those emerald eyes that captivated him so much. He let her try to speak, listening to her broken words as she admitted that everyone had made her feel like that, that her family had told her that she had been weak. That broke him more than anything else. He might not have always gotten along with his family and there was still plenty flaws among them that he didn't necessarily like or agree with, but... He knew without a doubt that none of them would have ever treated one of their family that way. If one of his sisters had ever been raped he knew that he and his father would burn the world down to make them pay. That very clearly wasn't the experience that Syanna had from her family and deep anger filled his gut toward these wolves that he hoped he would never meet.

He lifted an oversized paw to her cheek, brushing away her tears as gently as his not so graceful movements would allow. "Those wolves weren't your family," he told her after a moment of thought, his voice harder with the protective anger that she pulled to the surface in him. "They might be related to you, but... They weren't your family. Family doesn't treat one of their own that way and... and I'm sorry you experienced that." He dipped his head down again, lowering his head till he was able to be eye level with her, his sympathetic gaze forcing her to look at him. "You're not weak. This isn't your fault. And I could never not want to be around you."

Ezra Adravendi