Phantom Hollow silverkiss

She moved towards him. Had he not been watching her every move (perhaps too intently) he might have struck her down like Caracal; there was a subtle bristling to the fur of his nape and he eased himself off that mental ledge after she'd touched his shoulder. He did not want to be touched, but Reyes could not react badly to something so small and insignificant every time.

What you do now? Asked the girl; it was a good question.

I don't know. He looked away from her, to the water, then away from that — north as a breeze pulled at the treetops. 

Staying here is my best option for now. I can't abandon my kids. I swore I wouldn't do that — he takes a breath, thinking of this. It feels like defeat whichever path he takes. You don't think they'd be better off with her, do you? A selfish thought made manifest; he shakes his head almost immediately, knowing how wrong it is to voice such a thing.

Nevermind. I don't know what to do.