The Tangle Got a secret, can you keep it

The female is surprised to see him so tranquil, when really he’s got a storm brewing inside him. The contents inside are just about to spill over the edge and he has no idea what to do about it. He’s never felt like this before. He’s seen loss, death of all kinds, rape, and torture. Yet, it’s never been something this great to him. The loss of his pack has broken him, or is trying to break him. Whatever it may be, the line is very thin and he’s got a foot on each side.

He meets her eyes when he peers up from eating his fish. Deciding to keep his answer silent until he had sat down to eat. She’s asks him why? Why has he tortured her so? Why is he actually showing consideration when only moments before he threatens her life and only days before he had defiled her. He has only one answer for her: regret. Regret for everything; his pack, the dog that betrayed them–bearing his pups, never for him to see, his inability to fight back against the humans, then lastly, his inability to control the fiery feeling of loss and anger burning like molten hot lava within him. It is the kind that made him do what he’s done to her. Yes, he is a ruthless leader and has to thoughts about killing or plundering. Yet rape seems like something worse. He has no sympathy for others, but when he did it it felt to wrong. 

So finally he answers her, voice gruff  and deep, just barely above a whisper. “I regret what I’ve done to you.” He admits straight faced, shattering the glass inside him–shattering his pride into millions of pieces he’ll have a hard time recollecting later.

As she stares up to him, her beautiful cerulean eyes sparkling in the night. He wants to laugh bitterly. “Maybe in a different life then, dear.” He hums going back to eating his fish. Trying to recede into his hardened shell once more. Attempting to regain his pride after his too truthful admission. He’s wounded and he hope she can’t see it.