Felltree Marsh To love like a fool instead

At that moment, he wished so desperately that his glare alone would be capable of cutting a wolf down where they stood. Rather than leaving him to wallow in the remaining shreds that were his pride, she approached him, asking more questions and making a ridiculous comment. In a matter of seconds, he was snarling and snapping his jaws in her direction, a warning given. “I said I’m fine,” he repeated through gritted teeth. “Now leave me the fuck alone before I wipe that look off your face.” With his hackles raised, he made to leave, intending to continue in the direction away from the ice.