Emberwood and i don't think that i hate me, but

thorn was taken aback by the bitterness that laced the blackbird’s words. glancing around them with his ears in constant rotation, he wondered if soon they would be intercepted by wolves of her pack. 

his expression darkened as she explained her peril: a ripple of something akin to distressed anger bubbled within his chest. did - were you taken without choice? his voice came as a calm growl, his gaze already sliding to the distant creek as if expecting her attacker to materialize at any moment.