It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith

*Misha* · 07-16-2014, 03:04 AM

She would look at the male when he would trail off, curious of what he had to say. She wouldn't say anything about it nor push him to say it, because forcing someone was against their own will. But, that's how many conversations ended in life, people trailed off and didn't say what they needed to. But, that is also how many conversations were started, as she would notice the male question her about a pack- a completely new subject. She would smile somewhat proudly to her answer, speaking softly. "I am," she would simply answer, but her words held a sense of pride.

Of course she hadn't seen the world, but she had experienced a lot of it. Most of the bad parts, and now she had to experience all of the good parts. She had enough pain to last her a lifetime, with her parent's dying and her mate betraying her. She still didn't know the reason's for his actions towards Misha. All she had done was love and care for him, then he had ripped her heart right out like he simply didn't give a shit. Misha was a play toy to him, something that didn't matter to him more than trash. She still missed the feeling of being loved and knowing you loved someone back for who they were, but she never did think the thought aloud, for some wolves might look at her as pathetic- maybe even desperate. Misha would shake the troubling thoughts and smile at the male in front of her. At least she could trust him.

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