It's never the same

He stayed crouched in front of her as she seemed to work through what she was feeling. Trying to put it into words. As she started to speak, even the oblivious young Warlord could see what the problem was. He had told her a story of what lengths a wolf would go to protect those they loved. Her own pack did not seem to care for her. To them, she was more of a play thing than a real being.

“You belong somewhere now, Ignita. I would fight for you.” He said simply, placing the truth out there as he already knew it. “For some time now you’ve been a slave in title only. You’ve become part of my family. Your someone who matters to me.” Though feelings were never something he was wholly comfortable with. He leaned back a little on his hunches, giving her some space.