Peace Treaty

Irritated was an understatement. Incensed? Livid? Bowen was overwhelmed with emotion. Briar denied her, insisting on finished the lesson, then they could spar. Spar? Bowen didn't want to spar. She wanted to fight. She wanted to unleash all of these horrible emotions that were making her feel disgusting and hateful. It was like the lust that she felt. There needed to be release or she was going to end up in tears.

Bowen took a step towards Briar, a growl on her pretty pink lips."I'm not a child and I don't want to spar. I want to feel something." There was an almost pleading look in the woman's jungle green gaze as she focused on the larger fae. This was Briars chance to show that she was more than just her brother's woman. This was her chance to show that she was a wolf. That she could understand when another was in need. That she was something more than just a 'princess' from across the land. "Please," she growled out. That was the end of it. Bowen wouldn't ask again.

"Bowen"