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Her plan failed miserably. Green eyes matched green and they stared at one another. She knew there was no winning for her, her size and lacking skills in a fight would most definitely not end well for her. Despite this knowledge at the back of her head, she heaved with all her might, straining every muscle. Pulling once, twice, three times. Now her lungs screamed, and her shoulder burned begging her to let go.

Still glaring in a rage at the man, she was stuck. Lie had got herself in this situation and now had no way out. Not without admitting defeat. Her nose twitched, something new. The sensation of something dripping down her leg startled her, but still she refused to let go. The scent of her fresh blood slowly filled the space between the wolves. Apparently, the gash wasn’t ready for such harsh treatment.

With on last hailmary pull Lie used every once of her strength to pull the deer from Kavik’s firm grip. As she pulled, finally something gave way. Just not where she expected. The leg coming free from its hold on the rest of the carcass. Rosalie was suddenly the victim of physics as she tumbled backward, no longer having any tension to hold her in place.

Tears rimmed her eyes, clouding her vision. Not from her shoulder, or the fresh rolling pain flowing from the gash. No, she was angry with herself. She just made everything worse, and now she embarrassed and humiliated. Startled by a wet nose on her cheek, she looked up, not having heard his words.

He apologized, and she had no idea why. Why was he being so kind, and tolerant. Why was he putting up with all of her shit! But for the first time in a long time, someone was making her feel cared for. Just like Alessia had since they were small children. No one had cared for her like Alessia did, no one. Not even her own family. It was the reason she was so deeply in love with the dark pelted woman. The whole reason she [Alessia] held every inch of her heart.

“I don’t understand.” She murmured just loud enough for him to hear. “Why do put up with me?” Lie hadn’t realized the words had left her lips until she was looking back up him, and slowly rising to her paws.

There was a deep seated goodness in this man that Lie just couldn’t understand. She pushed and pushed yet his anger never truly frightened her. Rosalie felt a strange sense of protection when in his presence that allowed her to be such a massive pain in the ass. The brunet had felt fear before, seen the kind of anger that made you fear for your life, yet Kavik never portrayed such a façade.

“You are to good Kavik.” perhaps to good. She couldn’t help the lingering thought in the back of her mind, the idea that his kindness could bring about so many horrid things. Giving him one last look, she limped toward the den. Exhausted by the day, all she wanted was to curl up with her children and fade away. Giving herself to a dreamless sleep. “Let’s go back.” Not bothering to see if the man was following with the remains of their potential dinner. She was quickly running out of the ability to walk, now that she was on the move, she wouldn’t stop.