Don't ask why

Citadel saw rage. It was Selene, it was always Selene. She crawled under his skin in a way no one else could. Despite her tiny size, and lack of training it wasn’t the first time she had posed a challenge to him. He remembered the fish she had broken. Ruined, before he’d taken in the pride of the moment.

Now she was evading his grasp, and clinging to him with sharp teeth. As he tried to shove her off him, he took a step back and slipped on loose stones, and careened hard to the ground in a sudden motion. A breathy snarl of frustration left him, but he would not cry. He was too old for tears now. “I hate you!” He snarled into the dirt, the soft soil close to the water was already coating his fur. If only he had won, and had the chance to push her out of her comfort zone. Instead, his hate for her grew in sizzling frustration.


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