Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

She blinked surprised at the admission, then felt a spark of annoyance. He wasn’t supposed to be showing her weakness, he was supposed to be strong. The entire pack was depending on him. Wilder was depending on him. Then the emotion faded as she remembered his soft voice, asking her to see if his father was okay. He wasn’t that old, younger than her in the way of experience. Maybe it was her job to help him keep strong. She was certainly sick of feeling helpless and uncertain.

She was already planning on moving closer when he asked her to, so she came to his side, and sat across from him. “So what do these things do?” She asked, nodding her head towards his collection. Hoping her clumsy questions weren’t distracting.


"Vesper"