Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering

Anger would only get Kite so far, she knew that once it cooled she would crash. The only thing keeping her upright was the blinding strength of her emotions. She needed to keep going, keep moving. Get out of here before her family found her. She wasn’t ready for that confrontation.

She flashed her teeth at the white wolf again as his words sunk in. He didn’t pity her, he wanted to use her. “Promises, promises.” she teased him. She felt nothing for him, and using him would be so much easier than dealing with her family. Her mind was made up, she knew she wouldn’t get out of here without his help.

She put her paw in his, determined to believe she would be strong enough to fight him off if he meant her ill. Broken leg, and half-blind eyes, she never did learn her limits. “Well see how useful you are.” She told him carelessly, letting him pull her upright, and leaning on his shoulder. As she moved her back leg, pain flashed through her. Sudden, sharp, and brutal. She let out a small noise, and hated herself for it. She turned her head into the shoulder he had offered her to lean on. Opening her maw, she sank her teeth into his flesh. Biting down as she sought to ride the pain that riddled her body. It wasn't a truly scarring bite, almost a love bite. If it could be called such a thing.

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