My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

Fine, go to him. I take a deep breath and sigh. Once again their needs are greater than mine. We stand up slowly and walk over to him, rubbing up against his leg. I can feel his whole body shaking in anger. We just continue to circle him and nuzzle his legs.

We corne around to the front of him and look up into his eyes. He takes a few deep breaths and looks down at us, tears in his eyes. He’s trying to hold in the sadness and anger he feels and slowly raises his hand to run it through our fur just behind my ear.

My wolf purrs at the contact and she closes her eyes, letting the contact calm us both. I feel his weight shift and we open our eyes to see he has knelt in front of us, both hands on the sides of my wolf’s face, looking us directly in the eyes.

focus off of you. I guess that idea backfired. I never knew how bad it

to know the worst Sky. Why do you have scars that never healed properly? Why does it seem like you are a different person at school than on the training field or when

intentions are true and real. Let them in a little. I understand why you don’t want to give them names. You are right, they do not get to have revenge for what has been

you only. But, let them understand the result of their neglect so they can begin to change their ways. They cannot grow without being taught. You are a teacher, teach them. My wolf advises. I grumble in her head. This is exactly what

to work with. You can make it as simple or as detailed as you want. Maybe some graphic descriptions will be good

be easier to explain in human form. Sierra deserves to

movement. She grabbed one gently in her teeth.