Speed of Change

Wylan looked down at his paws. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to bite at Ignita with words, but not speaking didn’t change his feelings either. He felt stuck, and hollow. He loved so big, so easily. He had loved Ignita, just as he had loved Krak, and Seneca. Like he loved his mother, and the siblings that had gone with her. All these holes in his heart left him little room to breathe. He looked at Ignita, and all he saw now was another heartbreak.

For one brilliant, amazing moment, he had his tree house and Oleander and Seneca. He had heard his brother yelling teasing comments from the other room while he stayed up well past his bedtime gossiping with Seneca. Now, they were gone. His brother was someone else, someone important and busy. The wolf who had cured the Blight.

He was crying again. He couldn’t look up, lest Ignita see it. Heir? Did she really think he cared about Heir? He had given up what he was passionate about - healing - to appease his alpha and take the role. She didn’t know him at all. When she asked about his siblings, he shook his head. Crying quietly, he was unable to speak.

"Speech"