Duskfire Glacier I am 90% crap

When he finally turned to face her, she saw the scabbed over wound on the left side of his shoulder. She exhaled loudly at the sight, feeling her anger bubble inside her chest. Her eyes narrowed when he said it wasn't important anymore. That was it; she was tired of this shit. Don't fucking tell me it's not important, she said through clenched teeth. If our roles were reversed and I was standing in front of you with a wound, wouldn't you demand an explanation? she asked, angry and somewhat pleading. She searched his face, her eyebrows creasing in concern but her expression still holding some of her previous anger. Why won't you just tell me what's going on? she asked, shaking her head in frustration. Why was he making her force the words from him? I'm not a baby anymore, Sia. I'm a leader, too, and I have a right to be told the truth. she added, her tone losing some of it's heat. She looked away, not wanting to him to see how much it hurt that he still refused to see her as an equal. After everything she did for this pack and all the responsibility she so willing accepted without complaint.