Sleepy Fox Hollow Looks like they're wanting out.

Every part of Anselm commanded he strike Etienne. Look at him, the ugliness of his mind said -- pathetic!! He won't even fight back.

And still Anselm's hand stayed. Etienne looked unsure, his gaze holding Anselm while he moved and then stopped, equally conflicted.

This enraged Anselm even more. His stomach was a fury of knots. His blood was pounding in his ears. Strike him! He wanted to -- and yet, again came that unbidden emotion he tried so hard to ignore.

Etienne's question merited a snort of derision. Anselm's skin crawled and his fur was on edge as he turned to move, stalking stiffly past. He refused to answer -- because he knew, deep down, he did not want Etienne to leave him like everyone else had, too.