I Think About My Purpose

Relm was not surprised but she felt... strange. Definitely strange. Maybe it was some form of hurt, but she couldn’t blame Manea. Her alpha would probably never know just how willing she was to bend and contort to what she needed. All of Relm’s relationships were not normal. Not with Alastor, not with Kichi, and certainly not with Manea. "I guess I hoped you had seen me as all the traits listed." Relm had never disobeyed Manea at least. She just wasn’t very open about her feelings which was still true to extent.

Relm had already suggested prior that the pack life was difficult for her to intergrade to. But things change. And things certainly had. "I don’t feel I belong anywhere, Manea." her tones were in flat confessions, almost a whole different scale than her previous anxiety. "I want to belong here. I’ve never known anything else, only to survive on my own." she was not looking for any type of sympathy from Manea, but hopefully trying to just open up a little to her. Most things were easy for her to let out, but the things that made her nervous around Manea were on that slim holding list.

"Relm"