Phantom Hollow The Guilt I Have Pulls Me Down

Just as he hoped, she came. Judas turned to see her, only to feel some hurt at her expression to him. That was unusual. He never really felt hurt like that for anyone. Then again, he'd never felt guilt either. And this time, his ears betrayed him, folding back a little before he quickly turned away. Afraid of showing his face to her. 

"Not so much. I've pledged myself to serving the pack, whichever way Malice or anyone else wants." And that included being a punching bag, if one was needed. "I've been wanting to talk to you" he said, turning back to her, his eyes moving to her leg. A hunger came up at the memory. He did his best to shrug it off. "How's it doing?"