Fear and lies

Messiah Jordy I cannot say I was very pleased by the lycan king's refusal to help me. As a matter of fact, I was far from pleased. My face contorted into a frown as I narrowed my eyes and pulled away from his embrace. I did not want him to hold me, or so much as touch me - not when he was not willing to be of help to me. I sniffed in my tears and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands. I blinked sporadically to force the rest of my tears in. When I was sure I had cried to my fill, I looked away from him and sucked in a deep breath. All the while, he continued to stare at me, not saying even a single word. "I must return to my pack," I started to speak. "It's late now, Jordy. I cannot possibly allow you..." "First thing tomorrow morning." I cut in, throwing him a stern glare. He heaved a sigh and started to move away from me. "Why so stubborn, Messiah Jordy?" "Am I now stubborn because I intend to return to my land?" I fired back, arching my right brow even higher than his was.