Grouse Thicket thou bleeding piece of earth

She was ignored, constricting he heart slowly as they spoke. Shalon grew angry, as she watched the two. Perhaps she wasn't need here. From there first conversation Shalon wasn't sure if Nico was going to stay, if he would ever feel at home within their pack. But he had stayed, longer than she thought reasonable if someone knew they weren't going to stay.

Although his self inflicted wounds spoke of how little he really trust anyone within their pack. How little he trusted her. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. Nico had hurt himself. She thought to the past he had vaguely touched on. One of violence and war. One of potential agony. Could this have been what he had talked about? Returning to the wars? To the danger and violence? Not being able to let go?

Getting over herself she took a step toward Nico. Shalon hoped that he trusted her, for she dreaded the moment he asked her to leave. The moment when she knew she had lost. Although Shalon wasn't sure what hurt more. The idea that Nico wouldn't return her feelings, or the look that Aerowyn now gave Nico. The care she didn't seem capable of maintaining. Shalon tried to catch Nico's apply green gaze, trying to find anything that indicated she was wanted.