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Burke didn't soften his glare much as her look told him enough. She did not like him acting this way, which he could understand. The male snapped his head away from her, scowling himself. Because he always had trouble to talk, to tell someone what he was feeling. Often he would just figure it out himself. How was he even going to tell to the wolf that he thought he was not good enough for, that he was not enough in his eyes. She would probably disagree, yet that still didn't made him understand why she loved him. He was old and grumpy, yet she was here again....

Burke let out a long sigh. "I'm broken," he spoke with a growl, as he was agitated by it. He kind of was. He didn't want to be broken or be like this. His face was still in a scowl. They briefly darted to the side, to her, and then away again. "You shouldn't love me," he returned, ears flattened on his skull, yet not out of aggression, more in bitterness. "You can't love me," he corrected then. He almost didn't want her to love him, it was easier to see himself the way he saw now. But if there was Malice who stayed by his side, and loved him devotedly then what did that make of him?