Sleepy Fox Hollow sehnsucht

She held his gaze when he finished speaking, struck silent at first by the sheer amount of emotion rushing through her body. At first it felt like someone had reached inside her and ripped out every one of her organs at once; she felt like she might stagger and fall to the ground under the weight of the feeling. But then came a wave of incredible anger, burning through her veins and converging in her heart. She wanted to snarl at him, lunge for his throat and sink her teeth into his flesh—feel his blood flow down the sides of her jaws and stain her snowy fur. But she knew it was just an irrational response, and she she knew that no matter how angry she was with him, she would feel guilty for harming him over something like this. But, she was done keeping her feelings to herself for his sake because he clearly didn't give two shits about how his plan would make her feel. Finally, her blank expression turned angry. So, basically, you're going to fuck every women in Diaspora, and I'm just supposed to be okay with that? The words were calm but tinged with hurt and disgust.  She shook her head. She felt nauseous. She wanted to run far away from this place and fall into a hole. She didn't understand why she had been so loyal to him all this time and hadn't seen how little he cared about her. God, she was such an idiot. Well, never again. She was done giving her entire being to those she was loyal to only for it to be trampled on. She had literally been let down by every single wolf she had ever let in, and she had finally learned her lesson.