Just a Dream

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He said nothing to defend himself, nothing to slow the steadily increasing rate of her heart as anxiety took over. He loved her! Not only was it absurd - she was about as far from the lovable type as you could get - but the thought filled her with a sudden and unexpected dread. No wonder he had welcomed her back so quickly. No wonder he paid no mind to her condition or what she had left behind in the north. No wonder he had offered to share his den with her. He wanted to keep her. Here, with him. Here, in Ebony. And she had almost fallen into the trap.

Suddenly the warmth of the den felt like ice, the spacious interior too tight and confining. She needed to get out, to get free, to get away. She heard him, vaguely, in the back of her mind, offering to leave and give her space, but that would not have been enough. Her dark grey legs shook again as she slowly uncurled and began to get her feet beneath her, practically stumbling over and out of the opening to the den. Open night air hit her, but the scent of Maximous, the scent of Ebony where she had thought herself safe and guarded, now felt threatening. Her steps grew more steady as she picked up into a lope as she circled around the lake, quickened even further into a run as she passed it entirely, and all but raced her way toward the border. She needed to get away, and refused to be confined again.

-Exit Callisto-