extreme makeover

She wanted to take that final step home, but it was like an invisible wall rose up in front of her. She scrunched up her nose, not wanting to ask the question but knowing she needed the answer before she could really come back home. “What value do I even have ter th’ pack? They come ter me fer healin’, but I’m not a healer, th’ kids come ter me fer lessons, but I’m no instructor. I don’ wanna hav’ter fuck one o’ yer kids fer it ter be seen.” Her words weren’t sharp or accusatory, they were soft and sad. “I want kids o’ me own one day, sooner th’n later, an’ I don’ wanna burden th’ rest o’ yers with it.” He had every right to pissed with her, but she was still shellshocked from her transformation, sore and tired. She’d fight to protect herself if it came to it, but she held no ill will for the man that stood before her, and it just might break her heart to do so.

“Speech”