home is where the sleep is

He thought hope was so easy to come by? For a wolf who had spent her whole life in chains? Who's mother and mothers mother had lived and died in them? She thought it was a cruel trick of the Armada. To force you to do your hardest, best work for the elusive hope. An indefinable ending that relied on the Warlord's perception? Foolishness.


Wilder had only known freedom, he didn't know what hope did to a wolf, the entitled ass. She snapped her teeth together, moments away from a biting retort, and swallowing the words instead. Once again, he'd beaten her to it. Shifting from anger to something gentler, if still rough, in a heartbeat. The two of them seemed to have volatile emotions when crammed in a room together. She leaned back so she could look up and meet his gaze once more. “Don't give up on me, if it all turns out to be a scam. Don't walk away. I'm not willing to put my hopes in the system, but I'm willing to put them in you, in being your friend.