Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

     Embry was frustrated. He hadn't intended to hurt her. In fact, he had quite hoped for the night to begin with a polar opposite atmosphere. Their first night together and they were already bickering. It reminded him of his parents - always at war, it seemed. Already, he was tired. Yet when he heard the anger in her voice, it only made him further agitated. She sounded so distinctly familiar, and only then did he recognize how accurately she portayed his mother.

     His resolve finally meeting its end, he snapped on the female, rolling her onto the ground. He was careful not to slam her, absorbing instead the impact with his haunches. His flanks heaved now, from both the sudden exertion and the stess of the night.

     "Then why is it so hard?!" He struggled to keep his growl from escalating. His sea-green orbs looked into her with a new intensity. As soon as he realized what he was doing, he stepped back. Multiple steps and he tilted his head back, away from the beautiful girl he was chiding. She didn't deserve this. It certainly was no way to treat a princess. "Feyre..." His voice was hoarse as he spoke, strained from exhaustion. "I'm so sorry."