Fairspell Meadow Something tells me

The words that were spoken by the soldier were sharp, thrust like spears and wielded by one who knew their weight well. Crowfeather felt the sting. He cursed at himself, furious that he had even allowed his feelings to overflow that way. The dark wolf still felt a lurching sense of dread at the thought of being sent away.

Crowfeather could not stop picturing Germanicus traveling east without him, rid of a burden. No room for rational thoughts, this sick fantasy was all that had overcome him since the older man first offered instruction.

Then there will be no need for me to go back without you.

The shadow did not dare meet his face. There was a wicked, violent, angry beating to his heart, and he knew that Germanicus’ gaze would cause it to erupt.

Crowfeather felt something childish rise in him.

I am the one who has run into their numbers, several of them. I am the one who has met their leader, Germanicus. Why do you wish to be rid of me?

I will not ask you of children or love. I will not if it means you will let me continue at your side. I am sorry- Crowfeather had never felt so much like a lost boy. He did not wish to lie to Germanicus, but he could think of no other bargain that he might be able to make.