Hushed Willows Heartbreak City, party of two

A step back.

A verbal slap in her face.

Underneath it all, verified by Reverie’s words, there was an undercurrent of experience in the golden wolf’s past. Of being hurt, or hurting someone else. Was that what Everett meant when he spoke of their family, the reason there was a disconnect? She didn’t know and wouldn’t ask her Coach, not right now. 

But, she couldn’t ignore Rev’s words. 

“I came to you, heart in my hands, to not feel like it is wrong to have any desire towards any man after being forced to withstand the desires of a rogue male, yet all I feel now is judgement, vitriol, and an unwillingness to see past your own self. You have a wonderful husband, a beautiful daughter, littles in your belly, a pack of your own making who all adore you. But, you are so stuck in that past of yours despite it all. Your brother, healing or not, is an adult, like you, who can make his own decisions. I never said that there was more to my desires, nothing physical, only a want. You didn’t even ask—forget it…” She sighed, her breath stuttering with sadness.

“Make no mistake, Reverie, this is not how I wanted this conversation to go and it hurts me that it has become so.” She stood tall then, having said her piece, and turned to leave. One ear facing ahead, one ear to her Coach. She would turn around should Reverie call for her, but she would understand if her Coach let her leave.