Haunted Wood If it was always meant to be yours, then take it

“Hey, wait!” He bouldered past her, her lithe legs attempting, and overall failing, to keep with his stride. He was angry…at her? 

What for? Wasn’t her statement true? She was a coyote, he was a wolf. He kept secrets, she didn’t. She couldn’t find the harm in what she said, but it seemed important to apologize for whatever grievance he had against her.

She didn’t like his anger directed at her, it felt wrong—displaced, even.

“Ace, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear.” Her words came out breathless as she tried to keep up. “I just wanted to know the man I’m traveling with—among other things.” She put some heat into her words, that was just her way. “But, I get it, you don’t want that, so I’ll just let it go.”

She went silent, lips pressed together, and her eyes forward. She would follow him in silence if that was what he asked. Anything to douse his fire.