Proper Communication

We hadn’t spoken about his revelation since then.

Rather, he didn’t allow me to bring it up. But then again, what should I say?

Looking back, when I saved him from the spell that couldn't be done, it made sense why he was outraged when I stole his chance of his twisted sense of freedom.

No, he would have done that when he had the chance to die in battle. Varick continued to have a strong sense of responsibility to his pack more than his secret desire.

Leaving me in my thoughts, he walked past me and I swiftly turned, following him like a worried hen.

Now that I knew his thinking, I felt this strong urge of concern.

He exited the house and at that moment, I thought he was trying to escape—only to stop by at the porch.

He picked a pebble which was kissed on the sole of his boot and stared at the bushes outside.

I continued to observe him so I stayed next to him.

Then—

He threw the pebble directly to the bush, like an arrow circumferenced until I heard a quiet shriek.

My eyes gre