Lost Creek Hollow without you

She does not like the way his lips curl up, flashing off his teeth. A shiver runs up her spine but it is masked by the trembling she can’t control. The wind whips through one good time and she reacts by spreading her front legs for balance. All at once, she regrets engaging and even agreeing to go back to his pack. He’s already conned her into going and her mind kicks into gear. What are the odds an alpha will believe him and let them take her in? She is kind, she thinks, remembering what he said earlier, but a few solid breaths and she’s certain she’ll be turned away. Even the wind is a threat to keep her upright.

When he offers his own condition, he speaks the word again, and she considers asking what it is but her tongue remains weighted down. Even if the alpha is convinced she can return to health, it doesn’t mean she will or that she has to, so she ignore the statement on what he chooses to do. She’s closer to death than any really resemblance of life that she only feels the need to humor him to prove him wrong.

He puts them into gear and for a few steps, he is beside her, but he decides to guide her from an angle behind that confuses her. Her brows knit together and she struggles to make any speed and real progress. Her movements are slow and jagged and he’s wasted so much energy in her already (not that she had much) and her own desires would lead her back to the den she’d taken refuge in. He speaks up a bit later for her name and she opens her mouth, Adeline on the tip of her tongue while Cascada is long forgotten. She sighs and glances back at him for a brief second but she returns her gaze forward.

”I don’t have one,” she settles after a long pause and then releases a shaky breath.