The Tangle Got a secret, can you keep it

When the words I can’t forgive you. come from her he’s not surprised. He raped her for gods sake. He expects her to resent him for the rest of his life, he tries welcoming it. Replaying like a mantra in his mind–She doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t care about anyone but your pack mates. Yet, he really is sorry for what he’s done. There is no way to prove it. Or maybe his pride just won’t let him.

So he shakes his head once more, and finally untucks himself from her breast as she speaks to him about her old pack. His head and neck are level with his back as he gazes down to her, even his usually curled tail droops by his hindquarters. Finding it in him to finally meet her eyes he listens. Once she speaks her last word he steps off of her, back turned towards her. He can’t stop the waterfall of thoughts threading themselves in and out of his head.

“I am hardly a leader without a pack.” Is all he can muster up to say. The words more of a growl than anything. Dipping his head to wipe the tear stains off his cheeks on his arms and shaking off his body.