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Clearly, there was some miscommunication happening. She blamed him, and he blamed her. Luke from several weeks ago would have been able to walk in her pawprints, to see from her angle, but Luke of today was much too encumbered by his own anger. Yes, some if it was toward her, but so much more of it was the result of his trauma, of the irrational way the mind and heart sought to protect him from any more harm.

His face twitched, his lips rose and fell over his fangs several times and he bit hard on his tongue, his eyes ablaze. "You want me." He said firmly, and he stepped forward, his unsteady breath and his tongue both caressing the breadth of her muzzle. "I want you."