The night had been lonely, but that loneliness had eased the moment he set eyes on Mystic’s form. He would give a small nod as she said it had been a while. “That it has...” There was a trace of guilt in his voice, gaze trailing down to where she set her forepaw over his own. He would close his eyes, lowering his ears as he heaved a soft sigh. “Mystic I...” He would lift his gaze again, his sea green eyes dull with worry. Fear that she might reject him now.
“I’m in a pack... By the name of Yfir. It is lead by Katja, and Karpa is there too. Mystic I... I know what they did to you... But you need to understand what all they have done for me. They’ve been so kind... Katja helped my mother and I when I was but a pup. I... I owe them.” He’d shake his head, gently pulling his paw out from under hers.
“No... It’s more than that. Mystic... I... I’m their ally. I’m their friend. I think much like they do. I’m... I’m not a good wolf... But... I don’t want to hurt you. I want to protect you.” Hypnos would lower his ears. “Please don’t think ill of me... I...” How could he justify being willing to enslave others, but not being willing to enslave his friend? That he wanted her family to be safe but not others?
