just let go

When he was younger, accepting help would've been something that Killian consciously did. The idea would not have repulsed him in the least, not like it did now. He was supposed to be able to handle pain on his own. He was supposed to be tough enough. How else would he get his revenge? His gaze focused away from the she-wolf helping him, he almost didn't realize she was still there when a quiet growl emitted from his throat. Damn that spoiled rotten heir.



Embarrassed, he turned back to the female and offered her a quick smile of apology. He hadn't meant to think out loud to any degree. Killian hoped that she wouldn't be frightened or upset by his behavior. He probably seemed like a lunatic, and most wolves didn't want to help the crazy ones.



His head fell up and down in a slow nod. He was glad that she was willing to keep the pace easy for him, and that she had presented it in a way that didn't sound like she was pitying him. Accepting help was one thing, but being pitied was another. He would never be able to live with that. His disability put him at very little disadvantage the majority of the time.



Now, though, the pain was just too much. His eyes widened in shock as the girl pressed up against him for support, but Killian said nothing at first. She certainly was brash, but he never would've asked for her assistance and without it he would have very little chance of making it to the cool water. Thank you, he murmured softly as he took his first slow step with her on the way to relief.