Shadowwyn Moor Bad blood

As the wolf began to speak again, the wolf almost grinned, but kept his countenance as it was. Nodding at the statement, he sighed heavily as he spoke again. I should have. I was being...clingy to begin with. That is what started the fight. But I didn't want her to get hurt...in her state. His dark body almost shuddered with amusement, the lie he told filling him with delight, hoping it would cause a small rift if he asked who it was.
And ask he did. The beast didn't dare raise his head for a moment, as his eyes glinted with a twisted glee. Taking a deep breath, he looked straight into his eyes, a sense of innocence and concern replacing the dark joy. Her name is Onyx. Onyx Moralez. Have you met her?