Phoenix Maplewood The Next Step

She slunk back from the angry brown she wolf. Submission was etched in every fiber of her being as she shied away in fear. It was a knew jerk reaction for her when someone was angry. Esaro had unknowingly gotten just the reaction she feared when she let him lick her wound clean. The disapproving scorn on Spring's face made her heart sink.

"We didn't do anything Spring. He tripped and fell on me. We didn't mate or anything like that," she managed to choke out, ready to flee if things became physical. Spring was very angry after all. She hoped Esaro would just be quiet now, she didn't look forward to adding another scar from an angry wolf to her body.